I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show.
Mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
papa would do what ever he could
preach a little gospel
and sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good.
Tramps & thieves.
We'd hear it from the people of the town.
They called us Gypsys
Tramps & Thieves
and ev'ry night all the men would come around
and lay their money down.
We picked up a boy just south of mobile.
We gave him a ride
filled him with a hot meal.
I was sixteen
he was twenty-one.
Rode with us to Memphis
and Pa would-a shot him if he knew what he'd done.
Tramps & Thieves...
I was born...