I was born in the wagon of a travellin� 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
CHORUS Gypsys, tramps, and thieves We�d hear it from the people of the town They�d call us Gypsys, 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 woulda shot him if he knew what he�d done
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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