(verse 1)
Am C
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
Dm F
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
C Em Am
Papa'd do whatever he could,
Dm F
Preach a little gospel,
G C
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good,
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Am
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
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Dm - C - Dm - C
And lay their money down,
(bridge)
Dm C Dm C
Never had schoolin' but he taught me well
Dm C Dm - C
With his smooth Southern style
Dm C Dm C
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
Dm C Fmaj7
And I haven't seen him for a while
Cmaj7 Fmaj7
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,
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Am
And lay their money down,