Composer：Bob Stone
Lyricist：Bob Stone
I Was Born In The Wagon Of A Travellin' Show.
My Mama Used To Dance For The Money They'd Throw.
Grandpapa Do Whatever He Could.
Preach A Little Gospel And Sell A Couple Bottles Of
Doctor Good.
Gypsys, Gramps And Thieves,
We'd Hear It From The People Of The Town.
They Called Us Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves.
For Every Night All The Men Would Come Around
And Lay Their Money Down.
We Picked Up A Boy Just South Of Mobile.
We 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.
Gypsys, Gramps And Thieves,
We'd Hear It From The People Of The Town.
They Called Us Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves.
For Every Night All The Men Would Come Around
And Lay Their Money Down.
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.
I Was Born In The Wagon Of A Travellin' Show.
My Mama Used To Dance For The Money They'd Throw.
Grandpapa Do Whatever He Could.
Preach A Little Gospel And Sell A Couple Bottles Of
Doctor Good.
Gypsys, Gramps And Thieves,
We'd Hear It From The People Of The Town.
They Called Us Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves.
For Every Night All The Men Would Come Around
And Lay Their Money Down.
Gypsys, Gramps And Thieves,
We'd Hear It From The People Of The Town.
They Called Us Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves.
For Every Night All The Men Would Come Around
And Lay Their Money Down.
Gypsys, Gramps And Thieves,
We'd Hear It From The People Of The Town.
They Called Us Gypsys, Tramps And Thieves.
For Every Night...