Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves

Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves - Krista Ricci

I was born in the wagon of a traveling show

My momma used to dance

For the money they'd throw

Papa would do whatever he could

Preach a little Gospel

Sell a couple bottles of Dr 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 would've shot

I'm 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 schooling 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 oh ho

I haven't seen him for a while oh ho

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show

Her momma used to dance

For the money they'd throw

Grandpa would do whatever he could

Preach a little Gospel

Sell a couple bottles of Dr 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 towns

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 towns

They'd call us gypsies