I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever 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 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 16, he was 21 Rode with us to Memphis And Papa would've 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
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 I haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show Her momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa would do whatever 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 around And lay their money down
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever 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 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 16, he was 21 Rode with us to Memphis And Papa would've 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
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 I haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show Her momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa would do whatever 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 around And lay their money down
