I could tell you the story of a vagabond A playboy of the western world One day by chance he came upon A fair young maid, a country girl He told her
She will take me down to the wayside, Into the highest wave we'll enter. It's been rough with my all alone up here, Taking chances with that bridge.
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
He's a tramp but they love him Breaks a new heart every day He's a tramp, they adore him And I only hope he'll stay that way He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
Hmm uuh ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So
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Paff bum, that's the sound of love Paff bum, that's the way love goes Paff bum, well, I met you yesterday, yeah Paff bum and now you've gone away Pretty
down Always knocking at your door, wondering if you?re around It?s like a dream, but I?m awake Just wanna sail the road Like a vagabond angel on a motor
Oh girl, I don't know all the reasons why I found the answer looking in your eye I go out walking all day long Take away this lonely man, soon he will
Tell me how you want me to be Then look again and you will see That I'm still the same, love Think me into any shape Your twisted mind has no escape
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
(Grady and Hazel Cole) Only a tramp was Lazarus that day, He lay down by the rich man's gate. He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat But they
Conozco un vagabundo del espacio recorre el universo en su asteroide sin orbita ni puerto ni partida tapa la soledad con todo el frio de su vida
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
Tramp ( Feat. Carla Thomas) Tramp! What you call me? Tramp. You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog
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
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel
Mmm Mmm Mmm Oh look at that Put a leash on him Betta learn how to train him Ain't nothing but a dog Come here baby It's a doggy dog world He's a tramp