Tramp!
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What you call me?
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Tramp.
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You didn't!
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You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
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Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover.
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Matter of opinion.
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That's all right, Mama was. Papa too. And I'm the only child. Lovin' is all I know to do.
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You know what, Otis?
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What?
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You're country.
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That's all right.
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You straight from the Georgia woods.
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That's good.
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You know what? You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp.
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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!
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You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp.
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What?
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That's right. You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket. You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents.
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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.
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Well tell me.
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I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun.
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You're a tramp, Otis.
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No I'm not.
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I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp.
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What's wrong with that?
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Look here. You ain't got no money.
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I got everything.
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You can't buy me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want.
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I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits,...anything you want, Woman.
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Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and find them, Baby.
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Oh, you foolin'.
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You're still a tramp.
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That's all right.
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You a tramp, Otis. You just a tramp.
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That's all right.
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You wear overalls. You need a haircut, Baby. Cut off some of that hair off your head. You think you a lover, huh?
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Tramp
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Otis Redding |