"Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves"

(As recorded by Cher/Kapp)
BOB STONE

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My 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 nite 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 would have 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 nite 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, uh huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh huh

She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Her mama had 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
Gypsys, tramps and thieves
But every nite 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
But every nite all the men would come around
And lay their money down.

(c) Copyright 1969 by No Exit Music Company, Inc.

- HIT PARADER, February 1972.

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