Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show

My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw

Papa would do whatever he could

Preach a little gospel

Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

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"Gypsies, tramps and thieves"

We'd hear it from the people of the town

They'd call us "gypsies, tramps and thieves"

But every night all the men would come around

And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile

Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal

I was sixteen, he was twenty-one

Rode with us to Memphis

And papa would of shot him if he knew what he'd done

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Never had schoolin' but he taught me well

With his smooth southern style

Three months later, I'm a gal in trouble

And I haven't seen him for a while, oh

I haven't seen him for a while, oh

She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show

Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw

Grandpa'd do whatever he could

Preach a little gospel

Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

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