Gypsies Tramps And Thieves Chords

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From: rogers@hi.com (Andrew Rogers)
Date: Wed, 23 Aug 95 19:29:58 -0400
Subject: ./c/cher/gypsies_tramps_and_thieves.crd


		"Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves"
			(Bob Stone)

Verse 1:

	       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

Chorus:

	Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
	Gypsies, tramps and thieves
	    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7          C
	We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us
	Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
	Gypsies, tramps and thieves
	Am                       G                F
	But every night all the men would come around
			    [1,3: Am   2: Dm C  Dm C; to bridge]
	And lay their money down

Verse 2:

	Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
	Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
	I was 16, he was 21
	Rode with us to Memphis
	And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done

	[chorus]

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        Fmaj7
	And I haven't seen him for a while
	                         Cmaj7     Fmaj7
	I haven't seen him for a while

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

	[repeat chorus to fade]


-- another ace 70's tab from Andrew Rogers