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CHER - Gypsys, Tramps Thieves

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I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show<br>My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw<br>Papa would do whatever he could<br>Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good<br><br>Chorus<br>Gypsys, tramps, and thieves<br>We'd hear it from the people of the town<br>They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves<br>But every night all the men would come around<br>And lay their money down<br><br>Picked up a boy just south of mobile<br>Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal<br>I was sixteen, he was twenty-one<br>Rode with us to memphis<br>And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I never had schoolin' but he taught me well<br>With his smooth southern style<br>Three months later I'm a gal in trouble<br>And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh<br>I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh<br><br>She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show<br>Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw<br>Grandpa'd do whatever he could<br>Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good<br><br>Chorus chorus fades

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