Album: other songs

Gypsyy

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show.
Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
papa would do what ever he could

preach a little gospel
and sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good.

Gypsys
Tramps thieves.
We'd hear it from the people of the town.
They called us Gypsys
Tramps Thieves
and ev'ry 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 Pa would-a shot him if he knew what he'd done.

Gypsys
Tramps Thieves...

I was born...