Intro
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Amadd9 = 577557 Bm7 = xx0211 Bm7/E = 300211
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[Intro]
(Fmaj7)
e |-----0---0---0---0--|-----0---0---0---0---|
G# |--------------------|---------------------|
E |---2---0------------|---------------------|
B |-----------3---2----|---0-----------------|
F# |--------------------|-------3---2---3-----|
C# |--------------------|---------------------|
* F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
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[Verse 1]
F#m A
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
Bm7 D
My Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
A C#m * F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
Papa would do what - ever he could,
B7 Bm7
Preach a little gospel------,
Bm7/E A
Sell a couple bottles of 'Dr. Good'!
[Chorus 1]
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
F#m E Dmaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
* F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
And lay their money down!
F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
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[Verse 2]
F#m A
Picked up a boy, just south of Mobile,
Bm7 D
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal,
A C#m * F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
I was sixteen, he was twenty one,
B7 Bm7
Rode with us to Memphis-------,
Bm7/E A
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done
[Chorus 2]
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
F#m E Dmaj7
But every night ...all the men would come around,
N.C.
And lay their money down!
[Bridge]
Bm A Bm A
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Bm A Bm A
I never had schooling, but he taught me well,
Bm A Bm A
With his smooth southern style,
Bm A Bm A
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble,
Bm A Bm7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
And I haven't seen him for a while, oh, hoh!
Amaj7 Dmaj7
I haven't seen him for a while, oh, hoh - oh!
[Verse 3]
F#m A
She was born in a wagon of a traveling show,
Bm7 D
Her Mama had to dance for the money they'd throw,
A C#m * F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
Grandpa'd do what - ever he could,
B7 Bm7
Preach a little gospel---------,
Bm7/E A
Sell a couple bottles of 'Dr. Good'
[Chorus 3]
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
F#m E Dmaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
* F#madd9 Am/C# F#madd9 Am/C#
And lay their money down
[Chorus 4]
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
F#m E Dmaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
Amadd9
...And lay their money ...down