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Tramp!What you call me?Tramp.No 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.Letras de cancionesWhat?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? From Letras Mania