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: F7+ C F7+ C Gypsies, tramps and thieves F7+ C F7+ C We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us F7+ C F7+ 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 F7+ And I haven't seen him for a while C7+ F7+ 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