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Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves - Album Version

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I was born in the wagon of a travelling 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.
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 16, he was 21,
Rode with us to Memphis, and papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done.
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
I 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, uh-huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
She was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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
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
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…