Tramp

Tramp, what you call me?
Tramp, you didnt
You dont 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 Im a lover, matter of opinion
Thats all right, mama was, papa too
And Im the only child, lovin is all
I know to do
You know what,
Otis? What?
Youre country, thats all right
You straight from the
Georgia woods, thats good
You know what?
You wear overalls
And big old
Brogan shoes
And you need a haircut,
TrampHaircut?
Woman, you foolin
Ooh, Im a lover
Mama was, grand ma was, papa too
Boogaloo, all that stuff
And Im the only son-of-a-gun
This side of the sun,
TrampYou know what,
Otis? I dont care what you say
Youre still a tramp, what?
Thats right
You havent even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
You probably havent even got twenty-five cents
I got six
Cadillacs, five
Lincolns, four
FordsSix Mercuries, three
T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, Im a lover, what bout me
My mama was, my papa too
I tell you one thing, well tell me
Im the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
On, this side of sun
Youre a tramp,
Otis, no,
Im notI dont care what you say
Youre still a tramp, whats wrong with that?
Look here, you aint got no money
I got everything
You cant 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
Youre still a tramp, thats all right
You a tramp,
Otis, you just a tramp
Thats all right
You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby
Cut of some of that hair, baby
You think youre a lover, huh?