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He was an Oklahoma Gypsy Shuffler
Comin' and goin', low and high
Rock and rollin', hayseed hustler
With his honky tonk wings and his old snake eye
Drivin' down the West Coast highway
The songs out the window, was all he had to lose
Cuttin' heads on the chitlins circuit
But he couldn't kick the red dirt off of his, alligator shoes
He was an Oklahoma Gypsy Shuffler
Comin' and goin', ain't never gonna stay
Midnight jivin' red dirt hustler
Livin' that low down ol' Red River way
And he did it with a bible, and he did it with a gun
Tryin' to get away from the damage that he done
And he did it with a guitar, late into the night
Tryin' to live just like the songs that he would write
Snortin' cocaine off a buck knife
3.2 drinkin', playin' 4/4 time
Tried his best but he could never act right
With a honky tonk angel hangin' on, every single line
He was an Oklahoma Gypsy Shuffler
Comin' and goin', low and high
Midnight jivin' hayseed hustler
With a suitcase full of Dust Bowl lullabyes
He did it with a friend of mine
He did it on the Texas line
Said he wouldn't have it any other way
Turqoise rings on his index fingers
Blowin' the doors off with his blacks and whites
Down the backroads of Muskogee
Slippin' it to, some old hayseed's wife
He was an Oklahoma Gypsy Shuffler
He's always leavin', he ain't never gonna stay
Tells the truth but he's a hustler
Livin' that low down
Dust Bowl preachin'
Red Dirt jivin'
3.2 drinkin'
4/4 timin'
Rockin' and a rollin'
Indian gamblin'
Old heart travelin'
Red River way
Written by: Adam Carroll
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