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From: rogers@hi.com (Andrew Rogers)
Date: Wed, 23 Aug 95 19:29:58 -0400
Subject: ./c/cher/gypsies_tramps_and_thieves.crd
"Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves"
(Bob Stone)
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:
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C
We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 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:
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
I was 16, he was 21
Rode with us to Memphis
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 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
[repeat chorus to fade]
-- another ace 70's tab from Andrew Rogers
