About the song
Cher’s “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” is a captivating and evocative song that takes listeners on a journey through the world of the traveling Romani people. Released in 1971 as the lead single from her album “Chér,” this iconic track quickly became a chart-topping hit and solidified Cher’s status as a solo artist.
The song was written by songwriter Bob Stone, whose lyrics vividly depict the life of a young girl born into a family of traveling performers. Through its poignant storytelling and infectious melody, “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” captures the struggles and resilience of those living on the fringes of society.
Upon its release, the song soared to the top of the charts, reaching the number one spot on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Its success was not limited to the United States; it also achieved international acclaim, cementing Cher’s reputation as a global superstar.
With its powerful vocals and distinctive sound, “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” remains one of Cher’s most beloved and enduring hits. Its timeless appeal has led to countless covers and tributes over the years, further solidifying its status as a classic in the pantheon of pop music.
For Cher, “Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves” marked a significant milestone in her career, establishing her as a force to be reckoned with in the music industry. As she continues to captivate audiences with her talent and charisma, this iconic track serves as a reminder of her enduring legacy and influence on popular culture.
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Lyrics
I was born in the wagon of a travelin’ 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
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, 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
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, 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 travelin’ 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
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
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