Otis Redding Follow

Tramp, you didn't
You don't wear continental clothes
Or Stetson hats

Well, I tell you one doggone thing
It makes me feel good
To know one thing
I know I'm a lover

Matter of opinion, baby
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
That's right, that's what you are
[Incomprehensible]

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
My mama was, my 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?

Tramp, you didn't
You don't wear continental clothes