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Tramp Karaoke - Otis Redding & Carla Thomas

This title is a cover of Tramp as made famous by Otis Redding

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About

Tempo: variable (around 107 BPM)

In the same key as the original: C

Duration: 03:08 - Preview at: 00:53

Release date: 1967
Genres: Soul, In English
Original songwriters: Jimmy Mc Cracklin, Lowell Fulsom

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Tramp

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, baby
Uh
That's all right, mama was
So papa too
Mmh
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
Yeah
Mama was, grandmama papa too
They make you one
Grandpa
Oh, that's alright
And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah
Gotta know
From this side up or something
Tramp
That's right that's what you are
With that old, ragged hat
That
You don't know how to trap
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
Ooh, I'm a lover
Uh
Not really by me
My mama was
My papa too
So what
I'ma tell you one thing
Well, tell me
I'm the only son of a gun, hey this side of the Sun
Alright
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 catch them, baby
Oh, but you goofin' good
Uh, uh
You're still a tramp
That's all right
You a tramp, Otis
I don't care
You just a tramp
That's all right
I'm good though
You woman good too
You wear overalls
Your lover
You need a haircut
You need a lover baby
Cut off some of that hair baby off your head
I don't give it to you 'cos you beat that car
You think you a lover, huh
Ah yeah

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