"Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" (Bob Stone) Verse 1: I was born in the wagon of a traveling show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good Chorus: 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 [1,3: 2: ; to bridge] 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] Bridge: 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 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 fade] -- another ace 70's tab from Andrew Rogers