Carla Thomas - Tramp (With Otis Redding) lyrics

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 wear overalls. You need a haircut, Baby. Cut off some of that hair off your head. You think you a lover, huh? Here's the original text (Lowell Fulson) : 1 Tramp - You can call me that I Don't wear that kind of clothes: Stuts and hats But I'm a lover Mana was - Papa too I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do 2 Call me country That a new word I'll answer when You call me, Baby, I mean, if that makes You feel good... But I'm just a lover Mama was - Papa too But I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do 3 Now: Whatever You call me I even go for that! 'Cause I keep a fat pack crawling in my pocket Baby! You know, I don't own three Cadillacs - 'Cause I'm just a lover Mama was - Papa too I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do