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...
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