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Song

by Cher
Lyrics by: Bob Stone
# Debut Chart
1 Sep '71 Hot 100
6 Sep '71 Adult Contemp

Lyrics

I was born in the wagon Of a traveling show My mama used to dance For the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles Of Doctor Good [CHORUS] Gypsys, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from The people of the town They'd call us gypsys Tramps, and thieves But 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 to Memphis And Papa woulda shot him If he knew what he'd done [repeat CHORUS] I never had schooling But he taught me well With his smooth southern style


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Three months later I'm a gal in trouble And I haven't seen him For a while, uh huh I haven't seen him For a while, uh huh She was born in the wagon Of a traveling show Her mama had to dance For the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel Sell a couple bottles Of Doctor Good [repeat CHORUS 2x]

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