Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' showMy mama used to dance for the money they'd throwPapa would do whatever he couldPreach a little gospelSell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
CHORUS:Gypsies, tramps and thievesWe'd hear it from the people of the townThey'd call us gypsies, tramps and thievesBut every night all the men would come aroundAnd lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of MobileGave him a ride, filled him with a hot mealI was sixteen, he was twenty-oneRode with us to MemphisAnd papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
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I never had schoolin' but he taught me wellWith his smooth southern styleThree months later, I'm a gal in troubleAnd I haven't seen him for a whileI haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a travelin' showHer mama had to dance for the money they'd throwGrandpa'd do whatever he couldPreach a little gospelSell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
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