Tramp
(feat Carla Thomas) Lyrics

Tramp
(feat Carla Thomas) lyrics

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, Tramp.

Haircut? Woman,
you foolin'...ooh...I'm a lover. Mama was. Grandmama, Papa too. Boogaloo. All
that stuff. And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun. Tramp!

You 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 Fords, six Mercuries, three T-Birds, Mustang,
ooooooohhh...I'm a lover. Mama was. Papa too. I tell you one thing.

Well
tell me.

I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun.

You're a
tramp, Otis.

No I'm not.

I 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 want.

I can buy you minks, rats, frogs,
squirrels, rabbits, ...anything you want, Woman.

Look, you can go out in
the Georgia woods and find 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