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Amadd9    Am    (x4)

      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      Amadd9   Am       Amadd9   Am
Papa 'd do what-ever he could,
D7                 Dm7   F/G                         C
preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.

Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7                   Fmaj7                           Fmaj7
Gypsies,   tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town,
they'd call us
Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7               Am              G                  Fmaj7
gypsies,   tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come a-round
                    Amadd9  Am      Am add9  Am      Amadd9  Am      Amadd9   Am
and lay their money down.

Am                   C
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile.
Dm                          F
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal.
C                     Em     Amadd9   Am       Amadd9   Am
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one.
D7                      Dm7
Rode with us to Memphis
    F/G                                            C
and Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done.

Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7                   Fmaj7                         Fmaj7
Gypsies,   tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town,
they'd call us
Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7               Am              G                  Fmaj7
gypsies,   tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come a-round
                    Dm   C      Dm   C
and lay their money down.

Dm        C                Dm        C             Dm     C        Dm    C
Never had schoolin' but he taught me well with his smooth Southern style.
Dm           C            Dm     C             Dm        C      Dm    C     C
Three months later, I'm a gal in trouble and I haven't seen him for a while.
F          F                      C      C     F    F
You know I haven't seen him for a while.

        Am                     C
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show.
    Dm                         F
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw.
C                 Em      Amadd9   Am       Amadd9   Am
Granpa 'd do what-ever he could,
D7                  Dm7   F/G                          C
preach a little gospel or sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.

Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7                    Fmaj7
Gypsies,   tramps and thieves. We'd hear it from the people of the town,
they'd call us
Fmaj7 G/C  Fmaj7               Am              G                 Fmaj7
gypsies,   tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come a-round
                    Amadd9   Am       Amadd9   Am
and lay their money down.