Gypsy and the Midnight Ghost - LOBO

Late one night the midnight ghost
Rolled out of San Jose
We could hear the echo
Of the whistle across the bay
Gypsy said that he could hear
The freedom he couldn't see
I smiled and rubbed old Rex's head
I think he understood me
From the hills of California
Along the North Carolina coast
Gypsy saw the skies
Looking through my eyes
Riding on the midnight ghost
Riding on the midnight ghost
Gypsy would grab my arm and ask
What we were passing by
I'd describe the Rio Grande
Or the redwood in the sky
Now we never talked about the time
My mistake took away his sight
Gypsy had accepted that
He said, Rex makes it alright
From the hills of California
Along the North Carolina coast
Gypsy saw the skies
Looking through my eyes
Riding on the midnight ghost
We made friends in every state
That's real important to me
Gypsy and Rex would have a home
If something should happen to me
But I know the only thing
That could bring old Gypsy down
Is having to miss the midnight ghost
And all of those moving sounds
From the hills of California
Along the North Carolina coast
Gypsy saw the skies
Looking through my eyes
Riding on the midnight ghost
From the hills of California
Along the North Carolina coast
Gypsy saw the skies
Looking through my eyes
Riding on the midnight ghost
From the hills of California
Along the North Carolina coast
Gypsy saw the skies
Looking through my eyes
Riding on the midnight ghost