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  • 作词 : Jimmy McCracklin/Lowell Fulsom
    作曲 : Jimmy McCracklin/Lowell Fulsom
    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,
    TrampHaircut?
    Woman, you foolin'
    Ooh, I'm a lover
    Mama was, grand ma was, papa too
    Boogaloo, all that stuff
    And I'm the only son-of-a-gun
    This side of the sun,
    TrampYou 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
    FordsSix Mercuries, three
    T-Birds, Mustang
    Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me
    My mama was, my papa too
    I tell you one thing, well tell me
    I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
    On, this side of sun
    You're a tramp,
    Otis, no,
    I'm notI 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 wantI 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'
    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 of some of that hair, baby
    You think you're a lover, huh?
  • 作词 : Jimmy McCracklin/Lowell Fulsom
    作曲 : Jimmy McCracklin/Lowell Fulsom
    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,
    TrampHaircut?
    Woman, you foolin'
    Ooh, I'm a lover
    Mama was, grand ma was, papa too
    Boogaloo, all that stuff
    And I'm the only son-of-a-gun
    This side of the sun,
    TrampYou 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
    FordsSix Mercuries, three
    T-Birds, Mustang
    Ooh, I'm a lover, what 'bout me
    My mama was, my papa too
    I tell you one thing, well tell me
    I'm the only son-of-a-gun, yeah
    On, this side of sun
    You're a tramp,
    Otis, no,
    I'm notI 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 wantI 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'
    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 of some of that hair, baby
    You think you're a lover, huh?