I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Mama would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us G.M.C.s, 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 would've shot him if he knew what he'd done G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I never had schoolin' but it taught me well With a smooth southern style Three months later I'm a gal in trouble And I haven't seen him for a while I haven't seen him for a while 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 Dr. Good G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us G.M.C.s, tramps and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down