Gypsies, Tramps, And Thieves Teclado

	  (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, 
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C 
Gypsies, tramps and thieves, 
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7   
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        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) 
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 
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C 
Gypsies, tramps and thieves, 
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7   
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        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        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, 
Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C 
Gypsies, tramps and thieves, 
    Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7   
We'd hear it from the people of the town,  
        C       Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        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,