Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves ! (Bob Stone) > Am C Verse 1: I was born in the wagon of a traveling show > Dm F My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw > C Em Am Papa'd do whatever he could > Dm F Preach a little gospel > G C Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good > Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C Chorus: Gypsies, tramps and thieves > Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us > Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C Gypsies, tramps and thieves > Am G F But every night all the men would come around ! (1,3: And lay their money down Verse 2: Picked up a boy this side of Mobile Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal I was 16, he was 21 Rode with us to Memphis And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done ! chorus > Dm C Dm C Bridge: Never had schoolin' but he taught me well > Dm C Dm C With his smooth Southern style > Dm C Dm C Three months later I'm a gal in trouble > Dm C Fmaj7 And I haven't seen him for a while > Cmaj7 Fmaj7 I haven't seen him for a while Verse 3: She was born in the wagon of a traveling show Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good ! repeat chorus to |
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