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A boy of sixteen on his own.
He has no parents, nor a home.
He travels 'round from town to town
Across the country he will roam.
He whips his horse along the road.
A caravan his one abode.
For tax he doesn't give a damn.
No debts to pay for Gypsy Dan.
He makes his camp when dusk is nigh.
He sees the North Star in the sky.
Beneath the oak tree he does stand,
The country boy called Gypsy Dan.
He's a gypsy and he wanders
And he takes life as it comes.
He thinks that life's worth living
And he lives life as it comes.