Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves-Vikki Carr

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves - Vikki Carr Written by：R. Stone/Snuff Garrett 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 And 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 16 he was 21 Rode with us to memphis And papa 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 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 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 And 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 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