Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

												
       Am            C
Verse 1:	I was born in the wagon of a traveling show
    Dm                F
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
 C             Em      Am
Papa'd Do whatever he could
 Dm             F
Preach a little gospel
 G                   C
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good

Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
Chorus:		Gypsies, tramps and thieves
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7          C
We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
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But every night all the men would come around
           (1,3: Am   2: Dm C  Dm C; to bridge)
And lay their money down

Verse 2:	Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
I was 16, he was 21
Rode with us to Memphis
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done

chorus

Dm         C                Dm        C
Bridge:		Never had schoolin' but he taught me well
          Dm      C       Dm    C
With his smooth Southern style
 Dm            C         Dm       C
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
      Dm            C        Fmaj7
And I haven't seen him for a while
                Cmaj7     Fmaj7
I haven't seen him for a while

Verse 3:	She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd Do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good

repeat chorus to fade