Lyric Gypsys, tramps and 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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