The Lady Is a Tramp Trisha Yearwood

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
And never asked for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too
From Maine to Albuquerque

Alas I missed the Beaux Arts ball
And what is twice as sadI was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca’ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be

I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theater, and never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

I don't like crap games with Barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem in Ermine and pearls
Don't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, I'm broke that's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp