Tramp

作曲：Lowell Fulsom,Jimmy McCracklin

作词：Lowell Fulsom,Jimmy McCracklin

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?