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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
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!
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, ooooooohhh…I’m a lover. Mama was. 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 we
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