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Tramp! What you call me? |
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Tramp. You didn't! |
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You don't wear continental clothes, or |
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Stetson hats. |
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Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. |
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It makes me feel good to know one thing. |
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I know I'm a lover. |
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Matter of opinion. |
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That's all right, |
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Mama was. |
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Papa too. |
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And I'm the only child. |
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Lovin' is all |
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I know to do. |
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You know what, |
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Otis? What? |
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You're country. |
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That's all right. |
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You straight from the |
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Georgia woods. |
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That's good. |
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You know what? |
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You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, |
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Tramp. Haircut? |
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Woman, you foolin'...ooh... |
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I'm a lover. |
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Mama was. |
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Grandmama, |
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Papa too. |
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Boogaloo. |
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All that stuff. |
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And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the |
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Sun. Tramp! |
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You know what, |
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Otis? I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp. |
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What? That's right. |
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You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket. |
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You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents. |
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I got six |
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Cadillacs, five |
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Lincolns, four |
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Fords, six |
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Mercuries, three |
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T-Birds, Mustang, ooooooohhh... |
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I'm a lover. |
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Mama was. |
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Papa too. |
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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 |
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Sun. You're a tramp, |
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Otis. 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. |
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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 |
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I want. I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, ...anything you want, |
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Woman. Look, you can go out in the |
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Georgia woods and find them, |
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Baby. 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, |
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Otis. You just a tramp. |
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That's all right. |
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You we |
