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  • I was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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
    Chorus
    Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
    We'd hear it from the people of the town
    They'd call us gypsys, 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
    Chorus
    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 travellin' show
    Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
    Grandpa'd do whatever he could
    Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
    Chorus chorus fades
  • I was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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
    Chorus
    Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
    We'd hear it from the people of the town
    They'd call us gypsys, 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
    Chorus
    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 travellin' show
    Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
    Grandpa'd do whatever he could
    Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
    Chorus chorus fades