I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
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My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
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Papa would do whatever he could
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Preach a little gospel
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Sell a couple bottles of doctor good
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"Gypsies, tramps and thieves"
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We'd hear it from the people of the town
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They'd call us "gypsies, tramps and thieves"
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But every night all the men would come around
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And lay their money down
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Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
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Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
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I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
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Rode with us to Memphis
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And papa would of shot him if he knew what he'd done
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Never had schoolin' but he taught me well
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With his smooth southern style
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Three months later, I'm a gal in trouble
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And I haven't seen him for a while, oh
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I haven't seen him for a while, oh
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She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
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Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
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Grandpa'd do whatever he could
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Preach a little gospel
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Sell a couple bottles of doctor good
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[Chorus]
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Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves
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Cher |