Lyric Gypsies, Trampes & Thieves

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


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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


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