Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves , by - Ray Conniff. Release date: 11.01.1971
Song language: English
Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves |
| I was born in the wagon of a travellin' 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 Doctor Good |
| Gypsys, tramps, and thieves |
| We’d hear it from the people of the town |
| They’d call us Gypsys, 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 woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done |
| I 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, uh-huh I haven’t seen him for a while, |
| uh-huh |
| She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show |
| Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw |
| Grandpa’d do whatever he could |
| Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good |