Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves Chords by Cher

[A] _ [Dm] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I was born in the [C] wagon of a traveling [Dm] show.
My mama used to [F] dance for the money they'd [C] throw.
Papa would [Em] do whatever [Am] he could.
_ [D] Read your little gospel.
[Dm] _ [F]
Sell a couple bottles [C] of Dr.
Good.
_ [F] _ [C]
Tim, sleep, transplants, leave.
We'd hear it from the people of the town they'd call us.
Tim, sleep, [Am] transplants, leave.
But [G] every night [Dm] all the men would come around
[F] [Am] and lay their money down. _ _ _ _
_ Picked [C] up a boy just south of [F] Mobile.
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal.
[C] I was sixteen, [Em] he was twenty [Am]-one. _ _
[D] Rode with us from [Dm] Memphis.
Papa would have shot him if he knew what [C] he'd done.
[F] _ [C] Tim, sleep, transplants, leave.
We'd hear it from the people of the town they'd call us.
Tim, sleep, transplants, [Am] leave.
[G] But every night [Dm] all the men would come around
[F] and lay their money [Dm] down.
[C] _ [Dm] _ [C] [Dm] I never [C] had schooling, but it taught me well.
[Dm] With [C] moods [Dm] cut and [C] [Dm] dialed.
Three [C] months later [Dm] I'm a [C] gal in trouble
[Dm] and I [C] haven't seen [Dm] him [C] for a while.
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Am] I was born in the [C] wagon of a traveling [Dm] show.
My mama had to [F] dance for the money they'd [C] throw.
Grandpa would [Em] do whatever he [Am] could. _
_ [D] Read your little [Dm] gospel.
[F] Sell a couple bottles of [C] Dr.
Good
[F] _ [C] Tim, sleep, transplants, leave.
We'd hear it from the [Am] _ [C] _ town they'd call [Am] us.
But every [G] night all the men [F] would come around
[Am] and lay their money down.
_ _ [F] [C] Tim, sleep, transplants, leave.
We'd hear it from the people [F] of the [Em] town they'd [F] call us.
[C] Tim, [F] sleep, [Am] transplants, leave.
But every [G] night all [F] _ _ [Am] the men would come around
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _