I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
My momma used to dance for the money they’d throw
Poppa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsies tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us
Gypsies 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 one
Rode with us to memphis
And poppa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done
Gypsies tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Yip!
Yahoo!
She was born in the wagon of a travelling show
Her momma 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
Gypsies tramps and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Blahblahblahblah....
Fuck it
Fuck it all
Originally by cher. lyrics contributed by dave labentowicz.
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