Tramp
Junior Kimbrough Lyrics


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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 wear overalls. You need a haircut, baby.




Cut off some of that hair off your head.
You think you a lover, huh?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Junior Kimbrough's "Tramp" depict a conversation between two people, where one person is teasingly calling the other a "tramp." The other person defends themselves by proudly proclaiming themselves as a "lover." The conversation continues with the first person pointing out the other person's lack of fashion sense and money, to which the other person responds with their family's love for one another and their reputation as a lover.


The song is up for interpretation, as it is unclear what the nature of the conversation is between the two people. Some may interpret it as a playful exchange between two lovers, while others may interpret it as a commentary on societal standards of wealth and fashion. However, one thing that is clear is the pride that the second person takes in their identity as a lover, no matter what others may say.


Line by Line Meaning

Tramp!
Addressing someone with a derogatory term.


What you call me?
Asking what the term means.


Tramp.
Identifying the person as a tramp.


You didn't!
Disbelief that they were called a tramp.


You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats.
Implying that the person is not stylish.


Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover.
Stating that despite not being stylish, the person is a lover.


Matter of opinion.
Disagreeing with the person about being a lover.


That's all right, Mama was. Papa too. And I'm the only child. Lovin' is all I know to do.
Explaining that the person is from a loving family and that is all they know how to be.


You know what, Otis?
Addressing Otis again.


What?
Asking Otis a question.


You're country.
Stating that Otis is from the country.


That's all right.
Agreeing that being from the country is okay.


You straight from the Georgia woods.
Further specifying where Otis is from.


That's good.
Expressing approval of Otis' roots.


You know what? You wear overalls, and big old brogan shoes, and you need a haircut, Tramp.
Pointing out Otis' lack of fashion sense.


Haircut? Woman, you foolin', ooh, I'm a lover. Mama was. Grandmama, Papa too. Boogaloo.
Ignoring the comment about the haircut and reiterating the family's ability to love.


All that stuff. And I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the Sun. Tramp!
Emphasizing that the person is unique and distinct.


You know what, Otis? I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp.
Disagreeing with Otis' claim that he's a lover and calling him a tramp.


What?
Asking for clarification on being called a tramp again.


That's right. You haven't even got a fat bankroll in your pocket.
Asserting that Otis is not wealthy.


You probably haven't even got twenty-five cents.
Further emphasizing Otis' lack of wealth.


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.
Bringing up his possessions as a counterargument to being called a tramp and reaffirming the family's love.


Well, tell me.
Asking Otis what he wants to say next.


I'm the only son-of-a-gun this side of the sun.
Reiterating that he is unique.


You're a tramp, Otis.
Calling Otis a tramp again.


No I'm not.
Disagreeing with being called a tramp.


I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp.
Disagreeing with Otis again and calling him a tramp.


What's wrong with that?
Asking why being called a tramp is a problem.


Look here. You ain't got no money.
Asserting again that Otis is not wealthy.


I got everything.
Denying the previous statement and claiming to have everything.


You can't buy me all those minks and sables and all that stuff I want.
Explaining that material possessions are not the key to their love.


I can buy you minks, rats, frogs, squirrels, rabbits, anything you want, woman.
Offering to buy anything for the woman.


Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and find them, Baby.
Suggesting that they don't need to buy things when they can find them in nature.


Oh, you foolin'.
Expressing disbelief at the suggestion.


You're still a tramp.
Repeating that Otis is a tramp.


That's all right.
Accepting that they are a tramp.


You a tramp, Otis. You just a tramp.
Reasserting that Otis is indeed a tramp.


That's all right.
Resigning to the fact that they are a tramp.


You wear overalls. You need a haircut, baby. Cut off some of that hair off your head. You think you a lover, huh?
Continuing the critique of Otis' appearance and sarcastically asking if he thinks he's a lover.




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