Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves lyrics - Cher

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 

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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 

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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 

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[CHORUS FADES]