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 Gypsys, Tramps, And Thieves Lyric |
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I was born in the wagon of a travellin?show
My mama used to dance for the money they抎 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抎 hear it from the people of the town
They抎 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抎 done
Chorus
I never had schoolin?but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I抦 a gal in trouble
And I haven抰 seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven抰 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抎 throw
Grandpa抎 do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
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