#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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