Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves

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
 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
 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
 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
 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