Intro
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Amadd9 = 577557 F#m7 = xx0211 F#m7/B = 300211
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C#m = x02210 G#m = 022000 Amaj7 = 133210
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[Intro]
(Fmaj7)
e |-----0---0---0---0--|-----0---0---0---0---|
D# |--------------------|---------------------|
B |---2---0------------|---------------------|
F# |-----------3---2----|---0-----------------|
C# |--------------------|-------3---2---3-----|
G# |--------------------|---------------------|
* C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
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[Verse 1]
C#m E
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
F#m7 A
My Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
E G#m * C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
Papa would do what - ever he could,
F#7 F#m7
Preach a little gospel------,
F#m7/B E
Sell a couple bottles of 'Dr. Good'!
[Chorus 1]
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
C#m B Amaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
* C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
And lay their money down!
C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
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[Verse 2]
C#m E
Picked up a boy, just south of Mobile,
F#m7 A
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal,
E G#m * C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
I was sixteen, he was twenty one,
F#7 F#m7
Rode with us to Memphis-------,
F#m7/B E
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done
[Chorus 2]
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
C#m B Amaj7
But every night ...all the men would come around,
N.C.
And lay their money down!
[Bridge]
F#m E F#m E
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F#m E F#m E
I never had schooling, but he taught me well,
F#m E F#m E
With his smooth southern style,
F#m E F#m E
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble,
F#m E F#m7 Emaj7 Amaj7
And I haven't seen him for a while, oh, hoh!
Emaj7 Amaj7
I haven't seen him for a while, oh, hoh - oh!
[Verse 3]
C#m E
She was born in a wagon of a traveling show,
F#m7 A
Her Mama had to dance for the money they'd throw,
E G#m * C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
Grandpa'd do what - ever he could,
F#7 F#m7
Preach a little gospel---------,
F#m7/B E
Sell a couple bottles of 'Dr. Good'
[Chorus 3]
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
C#m B Amaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
* C#madd9 Am/G# C#madd9 Am/G#
And lay their money down
[Chorus 4]
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
Gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Emaj7
They'd call us gyp - sies, tramps and thieves,
C#m B Amaj7
But every night all the men would come around,
Amadd9
...And lay their money ...down