Tono: C
Introducción:
Am C
I was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
Dm F
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
C Em Am
Papa'd do whatever he could,
Dm F
Preach a little gospel,
G C
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good,
F7M C F7M C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
F7M C F7M
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C F7M C F7M C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Am
And lay their money down,
(verse 2)
F7M C F7M C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
F7M C F7M
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C F7M C F7M C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Dm- C- Dm- C
And lay their money down,
(bridge)
Dm C Dm C
Never had schoolin' but he taught me well
Dm C Dm- C
With his smooth Southern style
Dm C Dm C
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
Dm C F7M
And I haven't seen him for a while
C7M F7M
I haven't seen him for a while,
(verse 3)
F7M C F7M C
Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
F7M C F7M
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
C F7M C F7M C
they'd call us, Gypsies, tramps and thieves,
Am7 G F
But every night all the men would come around,
Am
And lay their money down,