Titel: Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
Artist: Cher
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
\n My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
\n Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
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\n Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
\n We'd hear it from the people of the town
\n They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around
\n And lay their money down
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\n Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
\n I was sixteen, he was twenty-one Rode with us to Memphis
\n And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
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\n I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
\n With his smooth southern style
\n Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
\n And I haven't seen him for a while,
\n uh-huh I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
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\n She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
\n Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
\n Grandpa'd do whatever he could
\n Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
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\n CHORUS CHORUS FADES
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