I was born in the wagon of a travelling show My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw Poppa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of doctor 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 sixteen he was twenty one Rode with us to memphis And poppa woulda 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
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She was born in the wagon of a travelling show Her momma 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
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 Blahblahblahblah.... Fuck it Fuck it all
Originally by cher. lyrics contributed by dave labentowicz.
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