TrampWhat you call me?
TrampOh 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 wasSo
Papa tooAnd 
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 tooThey'll make you one
Oh, that's alright
And I'm the only son of a gun, yeah, this side of the sun
TrampThat's right, that's what you are[Incomprehensible]
You know what? 
I'm no tramp
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 
LincolnsFour 
Fords, six 
Mercuries, three 
T-Birds, Mustang
Ooh, I'm a lover
You're true about me
My Mama was, my 
Papa too[Incomprehensible]
I tell you one thing
Well tell me
I'm the only son of a gun, yeah this side of the sun
AlrightYou're a tramp, 
OtisNo I'm not
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp
Don't call me 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 wantI can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits
Anything you want, woman
Look, you can go out in the 
Georgia woods catch them, baby
Oh, you foolin'
You're still a tramp
That's alright
You a tramp, 
Otis, you just a tramp
That's alright[Incomprehensible]
You wear overalls, you need a haircut, baby[Incomprehensible]
Cut off some of that hair off your head
You think you a lover, huh?