Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves

       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,
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7                      G                F
But every night all the men would come around,
                      Am
And lay their money down,
(verse 2)
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile,
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal,
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one,
Rode with us to Memphis,
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what we'd done
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7                      G                F
But every night all the men would come around,
                      Dm - C - Dm - C
And lay their money down,
(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        Fmaj7
And I haven't seen him for a while
                         Cmaj7   Fmaj7
I haven't seen him for a while,

(verse 3)
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
Grandpa'd do whatever he could,
Preach a little gospel,
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good,
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7                      G                F
But every night all the men would come around,
                      Am
And lay their money down,