Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show

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

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

We picked up a boy just south of Mobile

Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal

I was 16, he was 21

Rode with us to Memphis

And papa would've 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 gypsys, tramps, and thieves

But every night all the men would come around

And lay their money down

I never had schooling, 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, no

I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show

Mama used 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

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

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town

They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves...