Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves

Lyrics

She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel And sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good Gypsys, 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 We picked up a boy just south of Mobile We gave him a ridе, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twеnty-one Rode with us to Memphis And papa would'a shot him if he knew what he'd done Gypsys, 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 I haven't seen him for a while She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel And sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good Gypsys, 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 Gypsys, 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 Gypsys, tramps and thieves...