Tramp

Tramp What you call me? Tramp Oh 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 So 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 alright 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 They'll make you one Oh, that's alright And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah, this side of the sun Tramp That's right, that's what you are You know what? I'm no 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 Ooh, I'm a lover You're true about me My Mama was, my Papa too I tell you one thing Well tell me I'm the only son of a gun, yeah this side of the sun Alright You're a tramp, Otis No I'm not I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp Don't call me 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 catch them, baby Oh, you foolin' You're still a tramp That's alright You a tramp, Otis, you just a tramp That's alright You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby Cut off some of that hair off your head You think you a lover, huh?