Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
My Momma used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do what ever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people in the town
They'd call us Gypsies, tramps and thieves
And 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

Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people in the town
They'd call us Gypsies, tramps and thieves
And every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Stone
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