Tramp - Otis Redding & Carla Thomas: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Otis Redding & Carla Thomas

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Tramp foi lançado em 23 de fevereiro de 1968 por Rhino Atlantic como parte do álbum The Dock of the Bay (Mono)

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DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Otis Redding

Vocals

Carla Thomas

Vocals

Al Jackson Jr.

Drums

Andrew Love

Tenor Saxophone

Booker T. Jones

Booker T. Jones

Piano

Donald Dunn

Bass

Steve Cropper

Guitar

Wayne Jackson

Trumpet

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jimmy McCracklin

Jimmy McCracklin

Songwriter

Lowell Fulson

Songwriter

Hurby "Luv Bug" Azor

Hurby "Luv Bug" Azor

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Booker T. Jones

Booker T. Jones

Producer

Isaac Hayes

Producer

Jim Stewart

Producer

Letra

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?

Written by: Jimmy McCracklin, Lowell Fulson

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