Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

You ain't never had a friend like me You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves Sheherezade had a thousand tales But, master, you in luck 'cause up your sleeves You got a brand of magic never fails You got some

Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

I'm torn between Fulfilling my wildest dreams To satisfy the beast inside of me And I grounded love That raises me high above The grabbing hands of cowards And of thieves Ten more days to find my way Ten more days 'till I'm awake

I stumble towards it We will still be thick as thieves You built this portrait But don't give up on me In the wake of the Odyssey And guilty I may be You and me still thick as thieves Evidently we can't work it out I guess that courage ain't allowed

You're a star Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me Oh no, don't be shy You don't know how you took it You just know what you've got Oh Lordy, you've been stealing From the thieves and you got caught In the headlights of a stretch car Dressing like your