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Tramp Lyrics By Otis Carla

    tramp
    what you call me
    tramp
    you didnt

    you dont wear continental clothes or stetson hats
    well i tell you one doggone thing
    it makes me feel good to know one thing
    i know im a lover

    matter of opinion
    thats all right mama was papa too
    and im the only child
    lovin is all i know to do

    you know what otis
    what
    youre country
    thats all right
    you straight from the georgia woods
    thats good

    you know what
    you wear overalls
    and big old brogan shoes
    and you need a haircut tramp

    haircut
    woman you foolin im a lover
    mama was grandmama papa too
    boogaloo all that stuff and im the only
    son of a gun this side of the sun tramp
    incomprehensible

    you know what otis
    i dont care what you say youre still a tramp
    what
    thats right

    you havent even got a fat bankroll in your pocket
    you probably havent even got twentyfive cents
    i got six cadillacs five lincolns four fords
    six mercuries three tbirds mustang

    im a lover mama was papa too
    i tell you one thing
    well tell me
    im the only son of a gun this side of the sun

    youre a tramp otis
    no im not
    i dont care what you say youre still a tramp
    whats wrong with that

    look here you aint got no money
    i got everything
    you cant 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
    youre still a tramp
    thats all right
    you a tramp otis you just a tramp
    thats 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

    Artist: Otis Carla

    Year: 1967

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 182