Текст песни Gypsys, Tramps and Thieves - Cher
                                                    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 
                                                twenty-one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rode 
                                                with 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Memphis
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                papa 
                                                woulda 
                                                shot 
                                                him 
                                                if 
                                                he 
                                                knew 
                                                what 
                                                he'd 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 All I Ever Need Is You
2 A Cowboy's Work Is Never Done
3 I Got You Babe
4 A Different Kind of Love Song (Rodney Jerkins Main Mix - Faster)
5 Gypsys, Tramps and Thieves
6 Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Single Version
7 Alfie
8 You Better Sit Down Kids
9 Train of Thought
10 Take Me Home
11 We All Sleep Alone
12 After All (Love Theme from "Chances Are")
13 Love and Understanding
14 One By One (Junior Vasquez Vocal Edit)
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