Am | C | |
I was b | orn in the wagon of a t | raveling show |
Dm | F | |
My m | ama used to dance for the m | oney they'd throw |
C | Em | Am | |
P | apa'd do whate | ver he c | ould |
Dm | F | |
P | reach a little gospel |
G | C | |
S | ell a couple bottles of Dr. G | ood |
Chorus: |
Fmaj7 | C | Fmaj7 | C | |
Gypsie | s, t | ramps and thi | eves |
Fmaj7 | C | Fmaj7 | C | |
We'd | hear it from the p | eople of the | town, they'd c | all us |
Fmaj7 | C | Fmaj7 | C | |
Gypsie | s, t | ramps and thi | eves |
Am | G | F | |
But every night all the m | en would come aro | und |
(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 s | choolin' but he t | aught me w | ell |
Dm | C | Dm | C | |
With his s | mooth So | uthern s | tyle |
Dm | C | Dm | C | |
T | hree months la | ter I'm a | gal in tr | ouble |
Dm | C | Fmaj7 | |
And I | haven't seen h | im 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) |
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