Tramp lyrics

Artist  : Otis Redding 
Song : Tramp
 
												
														   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? 

 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 too. Boogaloo. All that stuff. And I'm the
only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun. 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,
ooooooohhh...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
find 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 we