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Carla Thomas
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Tramp
Carla Thomas & Otis Redding 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? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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', 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 [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
I'm a lover, mama was, 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 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 off some of that hair off your head You think you a lover, huh?
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