Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves lyrics

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show

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

And every night

All the men would come around and lay their money down

We 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

Drove with us to Memphis

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

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I never had schooling 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, no, I haven't seen him for a while

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show

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

Repeat Chorus