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Otis Redding
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Tramp
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 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, grand ma was, 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords Six 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 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 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?
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