Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Music For Your Wednesday

I don't know about you, but there's nothing that gets me moving in the morning like a good rendition of Cher's "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves."  I like this version taken from the "Sonny and Cher Show" because of the set which includes a real fake fire, and Cher's expression at the very end of the video when she looks directly into the camera.  I have practiced this look for hours, thinking it would come in very handy if I am ever surrounded by people applauding one of my lectures on comma splices, but I but can't quite seem to master it the way she does.  I'll keep working on it.

I remember listening to this song when it first came out and loving it for the drama and intrigue presented within the lyrics.  "Papa would have shot him if he'd knew what he'd done."  What had he done?  Stolen a library book?  Smoked a cigarette?  Written graffiti on the side of the wagon?  Thrown a Butterfingers wrapper on the road?  Then three months later she's a "gal in trouble"  Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.  Then, of course, comes the the incredibly sly, meaningful, emotion-packed pronoun shift in the final verse.  When you're fourteen or fifteen, it's the kind of lyric that makes you stare at your friend's face when she is listening to it to see if she really got it.

Bossy Betty hopes this song gets inside you and helps you through your Wednesday.  If this doesn't work, slug down some of that Dr. Good you've got in your medicine cabinet.  That should work too.




 Gypsies,Tramps and Thieves

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
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

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


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love it!

Anonymous said...

I remember this song!

Anonymous said...

I remember this song!

Anonymous said...

i love her hair! it sort of changes throughout the video, however, which is interesting.

i had earrings very close to what she was wearing, believe it or not. i will see if i can find a picture, and i think i may have had equally impressive hair at times. sigh. those were the days.

pg