Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves - Lisa Loeb/Will provide later

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

Sell a couple bottles of doctored brew

Gypsies tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They 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 papa would shot him if he

Knew what he done

Gypsies tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They call us gypsies tramps and thieves

But every night all the men

Would come around

And lay their money down

Never had schoolin' 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

Oh I haven't seen him for a while

Oh no no

She is born in the wagon

Of a travelin' show

Her mama had to dance for

The money they'd throw

Grandpa do whatever he could

Preach a little gospel

Sell a couple bottles of doctored brew

Gypsies tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They 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 hear it from the people of the town

They call us gypsies tramps and thieves

But every night all the men

Would come around

Gypsies tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They call us gypsies tramps and thieves

But every night all the men

Would come around

Gypsies tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They call us gypsies tramps and thieves