1 Gypsies,Tramps and Thieves

I was born in the wagon of a travelling show,
my mother used to dance for the money they’d throw,
Father would do any thing he could,
Preach a little Gospel, and sell a few bottles of the doctor good.

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Gypsies tramps and thieves,
we’d hear it from the people of the town, they’d call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves,
and every night all the men would come around,
and lay their money down.

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile,
gave him a ride filled him with a hot meal,
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one,
rode with us northward
But my father would have shot him if he knew what he’d done

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I never had schoolin’ but he taught me well with his smooth southern style
Three months later I’m a girl in trouble and I haven’t seen him for a while
Haven’t seen him for a while

She was born in the wagon of a travelling show,
her mother used to dance for the money they’d throw,
grandfather did anything he could,
Preach a little gospel and sell a few bottles of the doctor good.

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Contact: Whirling Discs Ltd,
Cairns Hill,
Aughamore-near,
Sligo,
IRELAND.

Phone +353868260334
Email Address: mcsligo@gmail.com
Website: www.dervish.ie

Songwriter: Bob Stone
Publishing & PRO: Dervish
Release Date: 2007