Тексты песни «Tramp»

Tramp Have you got a quarter for me Tramp I'll even take a dime anytime Standing on a corner Living in the street I got to make a living From the people that I meet I'm a tramp Just a tramp Spare change...

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...

(Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as no simple rhyme Because this type...

Tramp You can call me that I don't wear continental clothes stetson hats But I'm a lover Mama was papa too I'm an only child Loving is all I know how to do Huh Call me country right from the woods I'll answer...

The sun was low, and the shadow was cold, On the pale drawn face, that was wrinkled and old, A newspaper coat, hanging loose 'round his throat, And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope, His...

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...

Tramp What you call me? Tramp Oh 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...

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...

(Rose Tattoo) Oh babe is such a tramp Screamer creamer, a trick in the camp You're sittin' on the fella's faces Helpin' them live their wildest dreams The seam in your jeans has disappeared And I know where it's gone...

I was born on a farm in Alabama And I was raised on God and Cane and old ways But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp Well I did some time blow my mind in Texas...

Oh babe is such a tramp Screamer creamer, a trick in the camp You're sittin' on the fella's faces Helpin' them live their wildest dreams The seam in your jeans has disappeared And I know where it's gone Screamin' and...

* the original version What'd ya call me? [Yo yo D yo check out them girls over there man ?? ready you down? Let's roll on 'em You wid it? Come on let's do it Hey a yeah my name's Hurby Luv Bug this is...

Tramp... Tramp? Thats right Yeah, you can call me that You know I don't wear continental clothes No stetson hats Ohhh, but I'm a lover Yeah, you know my Mama was Myyy Papa too I'm not a child Love is all I know to do

Takes the time to stay one place Though his clothes aren't finest lace Read the lines on a tramp's face Taking his time just like you just like me Wandering so fancy free Searching for love in the call of the wild...

THE TRAMP (Joe Hill) If you all will shut your trap, I will tell you' bout a chap That was broke and up against it too, for fair He was not the kind that shirk, He was looking hard for work, But he heard the same old...

Tramp You could call me that I don't wear continental clothes Stetson hats, sometimes Momma would Papa too I love this child It's all I know how to do Call me country Right from the words I'll answer when...