Intro
 (Fmaj7) 
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Verse 1
       Am                       C 
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show, 
   Dm7                          F 
My Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw, 
 C                    Em   * Amadd9  Am/E   Amadd9  Am/E 
Papa would do what - ever he could,        |  /  /   /  / | 
 D7                      Dm7 
Preach a little gospel------, 
Dm7/G                          C 
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good! 
 
Chorus 1
Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
 Gyp - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
     Fmaj7            Cmaj7         Fmaj7 
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
       Cmaj7   Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
They'd call us gyp  - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
Am                   G                Fmaj7 
    But every night all the men would come around, 
                  * Amadd9  Am/E    Amadd9  Am/E 
And lay their money down!         |  /  /   /  /  | 
 
  Amadd9  Am/E    Amadd9  Am/E 
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Verse 2
  Am                    C 
Picked up a boy, just south of Mobile, 
Dm7                           F 
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal, 
C                       Em  * Amadd9  Am/E   Amadd9  Am/E 
I was sixteen, he was twenty  one,          |  /  /   /  / | 
D7                       Dm7 
Rode with us to Memphis-------, 
    Dm7/G                                           C 
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done! 
 
Chorus 2
Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
 Gyp - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
     Fmaj7            Cmaj7         Fmaj7 
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
       Cmaj7   Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
They'd call us gyp  - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
Am                  G                    Fmaj7 
    But every night ...all the men would come around, 
 
And lay their money down! 
 
Bridge
  Dm     C       Dm     C 
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   Dm          C                Dm        C 
I never had schooling, 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   Dm7   Cmaj7           Fmaj7 
And I haven't seen him for a while----,  Oh, hoh----! 
                  Cmaj7                      Fmaj7 
I haven't seen him for a while---------! Oh, hoh -oh----! 
 
Verse 3
        Am                   C 
She was born in a wagon of a traveling show, 
    Dm7                       F 
Her Mama had to dance for the money they'd throw, 
C                    Em   * Amadd9  Am/E    Amadd9  Am/E 
Grandpa'd do what - ever he could, 
  D7                     Dm7 
Preach a little gospel------, 
Dm7/G                          C 
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good! 
 
Chorus 3
Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
 Gyp - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
     Fmaj7            Cmaj7         Fmaj7 
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
       Cmaj7   Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
They'd call us gyp  - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
Am                   G                Fmaj7 
    But every night all the men would come around, 
                  * Amadd9  Am/E    Amadd9  Am/E 
And lay their money down!         |  /  /   /  /  | 
 
Chorus 4
Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
 Gyp - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
     Fmaj7            Cmaj7         Fmaj7 
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
       Cmaj7   Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7       Cmaj7 
They'd call us gyp  - sies,  tramps and thieves, 
Am                   G                Fmaj7 
    But every night all the men would come around, 
                         Amadd9 
...And lay their money ...down-------!