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verse 1
I was bAmorn in the wagon of a tCraveling show,
My mDmama used to dance for the mFoney they'd throw,
PCapa'd do whateEmver he cAmould,
PDmreach a little gospel, F
SGell a couple bottles of Dr. GCood,
Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
We'dFmaj7 hear it from the pCeople of theFmaj7 town,
they'd cCall us, Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
Am7But every night all the mGen would come aroFund,
And lay Amtheir money down,
verse 2
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile,
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal,
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one,
Rode with us to Memphis,
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what we'd done
Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
We'dFmaj7 hear it from the pCeople of theFmaj7 town,
they'd cCall us, Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
Am7But every night all the mGen would come aroFund,
And lay DmtheirC monDmey doCwn,
DmNever had sCchoolin' but he tDmaught me wCell
With his sDmmooth SoCuthern sDmtyle C
TDmhree months laCter I'm a Dmgal in trCouble
And I Dmhaven't seen hCim for a Fmaj7while
I haven't seen him for a Cmaj7while, Fmaj7
verse 3
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show,
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw,
Grandpa'd do whatever he could,
Preach a little gospel,
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good,
Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
We'dFmaj7 hear it from the pCeople of theFmaj7 town,
they'd cCall us, Fmaj7GypsieCs, tFmaj7ramps and thiCeves,
Am7But every night all the mGen would come aroFund,
And lay Amtheir money down,
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