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Otis Redding
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Tramp (With Carla Thomas)
Lyricist:L Fulsom, J Mccracklin
Tramp, what you call me? Tramp, you didn't You don't wear continental clothes Or Stetson hats
Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good To know one thing I know I'm a lover
Matter of opinion, baby 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 That's right, that's what you are [Incomprehensible]
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
Ooh, I'm a lover My mama was, my 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 off some of that hair off your head You think you a lover, huh?
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