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

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