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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

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