I was born
In the wagon
Of a
Traveling show
My Mama used
To dance
For the money
They'd throw
Papa would do
Whatever he could
Preach a little
Gospel
Sell a coupla
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 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
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 around
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
Uh huh
I haven't seen
Him for a while
Uh huh
She was born
In the wagon
Of a
Traveling show
Her Mama had
To dance for
The money
They'd throw
Grandpa'd do
Whatever he could
Preach a little
Gospel
Sell a coupla
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 around
And lay their
Money down
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 around
And lay their
Money down
Gypsies tramps
And thieves