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| Will & Grace: Let The Music Out Soundtrack lyrics
Gypsies,Tramps and Thieves lyrics
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
Chorus
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 twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Chorus
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Chorus
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The Bitch Is Back lyrics
Waiting For Tonight lyrics
World On Fire lyrics
Got To Be Real lyrics
The Right Thing To Do lyrics
I Will Survive lyrics
White Flag lyrics
Oops!...I Did It Again lyrics
It's Not Unusual lyrics
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