Tramp (feat. Carla Thomas)

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, baby

That's all right, mama was, (so?) papa too (hmm)

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', I'm a lover (yeah)

Mama was, grandmama, papa too (I'll make you)

Boogaloo, all that stuff

But I'm the only son of a gun, yeah

On this side up, or something

Tramp

Alright, that's what you got

With that old, ragged hat? That?

You don't know how to trap

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, mama was (not really by me), papa too (what?)

I tell you one thing (Well, tell me)

I'm the only son of a gun 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

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, but 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 (Yeah)

Cut off some of that hair off your head

You think you a lover, huh?