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

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