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I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
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My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
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Papa'd do whatever he could,
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Preach a little gospel,
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Sell a couple bottles of Dr. 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,
(verse 2)
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile,
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal,
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one,
Rode with us to Memphis,
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what we'd done
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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,
(bridge)
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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
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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,
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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,