TITLE = Gypsies Tramps Thieves
CATEGORY = Rock
Artist=Cher
Speed = Text1
Beats = 4
Measures = 2
Font = 40
NOTE = ZZZZ400
       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
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7  
We'd hear it from the people of the town, 
        C
They'd call us
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
Am                       G                F
But every night all the men would come around
                    Am
And lay their money down
       Am                     C
Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
    Dm                         F
Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
 C             Em      Am
I was 16, he was 21
 Dm               F
Rode with us to Memphis
 G                            C
And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7  
We'd hear it from the people of the town, 
        C
They'd call us
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
Am                       G                F
But every night all the men would come around
                    Dm     C    Dm  C
And lay their money down
           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
       Am                     C
She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
    Dm                         F
Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
 C             Em      Am
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
 Dm               F
Preach a little gospel
 G                            C
Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7
We'd hear it from the people of the town,
        C
They'd call us
Fmaj7   C   Fmaj7        C
Gyps..ies, tramps and thieves
Am                       G                F
But every night all the men would come around
                    Am
And lay their money down

[repeat chorus to fade]