Tom: Am
Verse 1:
Am C
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
Chorus:
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
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
Am G F
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:
Am C
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
Dm F
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
C Em Am
I was 16, he was 21
Dm F
Rode with us to Memphis
G C
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done
[chorus]
Bridge:
Dm C Dm C
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:
Am C
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Dm F
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
C Em Am
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Dm F
Preach a little gospel
G C
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good
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