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I was born in the wagon of a traveling show.
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw.
Papa 'd do what-ever he could,
preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.
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 a-round
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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 have shot him if he knew what he'd done.
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 a-round
and lay their money down.
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.
You know I haven't seen him for a while.
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show.
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw.
Granpa 'd do what-ever he could,
preach a little gospel or sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.
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 a-round
and lay their money down.