Tramp

Tramp, what you call me?

Tramp, you didn't

You don't wear continental clothes or

Stetson hats

Well, I tell you one dog-gone thing

It makes me feel good to know one thing

I know I'm a lover, matter of opinion

That's all right, mama was, papa too

And I'm the only child, lovin' is all

I know to do

You know what,

Otis? What?

You're country, that's all right

You straight from the

Georgia woods, that's good

You know what?

You wear overalls

And big old

Brogan shoes

And you need a haircut,

TrampHaircut?

Woman, you foolin'

Ooh, I'm a lover

Mama was, grand ma was, papa too

Boogaloo, all that stuff

And I'm the only son-of-a-gun

This side of the sun,

TrampYou know what,

Otis? I don't care what you say

You're still a tramp, what?

That's right

You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket

You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents

I got six

Cadillacs, five

Lincolns, four

FordsSix Mercuries, three

T-Birds, Mustang

Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me

My mama was, my papa too

I tell you one thing, well tell me

I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah

On, this side of sun

You're a tramp,

Otis, no,

I'm notI don't care what you say

You're still a tramp, what's wrong with that?

Look here, you ain't got no money

I got everything

You can't buy me all those minks and sables

And all that stuff

I wantI can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels

Rabbits, anything you want, woman

Look, you can go out in the

Georgia woods

And catch them, baby, oh, you foolin'

You're still a tramp, that's all right

You a tramp,

Otis, you just a tramp

That's all right

You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby

Cut of some of that hair, baby

You think you're a lover, huh?