Cher
Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves I was born in the wagon of a travelin’ showMy mama used to dance for the money they’d throwPapa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsys, tramps, and thievesWe’d hear it from the people of the townThey’d call us gypsys, tramps, and thievesBut every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of MobileGave him a ride, filled him with a hot mealI was sixteen, he was twenty-oneRode with us to Memphis
And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done
Gypsys, tramps, and thievesWe’d hear it from the people of the townThey’d call us gypsys, tramps, and thievesBut every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
I never had schoolin’ but he taught me wellWith his smooth southern styleThree months later I’m a girl in troubleAnd 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’ showHer mama had to dance for the money they’d throwGrandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsys, tramps, and thievesWe’d hear it from the people of the townThey’d call us gypsys, tramps, and thievesBut every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsys, tramps, and thievesWe’d hear it from the people of the townThey’d call us gypsys, tramps, and thievesBut every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down