"Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves" by Cher

I was born in the wagon
Of a traveling 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

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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-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And Papa woulda shot him
If he knew what he'd done

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I never had schooling
But he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later, I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh huh

She was born in the wagon
Of a traveling 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

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