Gypsyy

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show.

Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw

papa would do what ever he could



preach a little gospel

and sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good.



Gypsys

Tramps & thieves.

We'd hear it from the people of the town.

They called us Gypsys

Tramps & Thieves

and ev'ry night all the men would come around

and lay their money down.



We picked up a boy just south of mobile.

We gave him a ride

filled him with a hot meal.

I was sixteen

he was twenty-one.

Rode with us to Memphis

and Pa would-a shot him if he knew what he'd done.



Gypsys

Tramps & Thieves...



I was born...