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TrampWhat you call me?

TrampOh 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 wasSo

Papa tooAnd

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,

Grandmama,

Papa tooThey'll make you one

Oh, that's alright

And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah, this side of the sun

TrampThat'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

LincolnsFour

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

AlrightYou're a tramp,

OtisNo 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 wantI 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?