Cher - Gypsys Tramps Thieves |
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Gypsys Tramps Thieves
Cher I was born in the wagon of a travelin' 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 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 Rode with us to Memphis And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done 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 I never had schoolin' but he taught me well With his smooth southern style Three months later I'm a girl in trouble And I haven't seen him for a while Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a while She was born in the wagon of a travelin' 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 Gypsys, tramps, and thieves They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down 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 |
