Bob Callaghan Orchestra Gypsys, tramps thieves

I was born in the wagon of a travellin show My mama used to dance for the money they d throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, Sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good Gypsys, tramps and thieves We d hear it from the people of the town They d call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twentyone Rode with us to Memphis And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he d done