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Otis Redding Album


The Dock of the Bay (1968)
1968
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Tramp (with Carla Thomas)
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Ole Man Trouble
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Sittin' in the morning sun
I'll be sittin' when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again, yeah

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Cuz I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way

So, I'm just gon' sit on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, listen

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now

I'm just gon' sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

(Ends in harmonic whistling)

. . .


Please, let me sit down beside you.
I've got something to tell you, you should know.
I just couldn't wait for not another day.
I love you, for more than words can ever say.

Honey living without you is so painful.
I was tempted to call it a day.
You've got me in your hand, why can't you understand.
I love you baby, for more than words can say.


I just can't sleep, when I lay down in my bed.
The thougths of you babe, just linger in my head.
Living without you is so painful. I was tempted to call it a day.
You've got me in your hand, why can't you understand.
I love you honey, for more than words can say.
I love you honey, for more than words can say.
Yes, I do.

. . .


Oh baby, I want to come home to you
Baby, I got to get home to you
Days and nights feeling so blue
Lord, I just don't know what I'm gonna do
Oh, baby, I wanna come home

Oh baby, you're one thousand miles away
Baby, you're just one thousand miles away
Take these chains from 'round my heart
Never leave you, no more you never depart
Baby, let me come on home to you

Oh, I love you. Baby, let me come on home
Please baby, let me come on home to you girl
Crying my eyes out over you
I don't know nothing in the world that I'm gonna do
But I'm gonna...
Come on, girl, say it. I got to get home
Yeah, baby girl. I love you, honey
Please let me come home

. . .


(spoken)
I've been so wrong, so many times. Now you know what
I'm talkin' about. We've all been wrong a time in our life.
And we all make mistakes sometimes of leaving what's good for us.
I made that mistake, now I'm tryin' to get back to my baby.

This runnin' round, sure 'nough, is killin' me
Let me, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in, let me ease on in

Look into my eyes
Can't you see I got to come on in
I ain't lyin', and I ain't smilin' 'bout it, baby
Open the door or I'm bustin' in
Because this runnin' around
Sure 'nough, sure 'nough, is killin' me

Let me in, it's killin' me, baby
I got ta come on in
Let me in, baby, please let me in

I got ta come on in, honey
Open the door
Open the door
Let me in, let me in, let me in, let me ease on in
Mama, mama, got to come in
Open the door
I can't stand this cold
Let me in this house
I'm tired of this runnin' around
Tired of being, tired of being all alone
Standing out here and walkin' with, walkin' with (fade)

. . .


You must have thought my love was for fun
You tried to spend it like a dollar
You got the right string, baby
But your yo-yo is the wrong color

Don't you mess with Cupid
Cupid, he's not stupid
Don't you mess with Cupid
Cupid, he's not stupid

You thought my love was just a rug on the floor
Just to walk on and nothing more
You just don't seem to understand
That I'm a man, baby—a full-grown man

Don't you mess with Cupid
Cupid, he's not stupid
Don't you mess with Cupid
Cupid, he's not stupid

When I look for you, you're never home
Like a lamp, you turn me off and on
But like a shade that dims the light
When it's opened, I can't do nothing right
I'm warning you, baby
Don't you mess with this Cupid
Baby, he's not stupid

. . .


Give a little, take a little
And let your little heart just cry a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love

Ya'll, I know what I'm talking about
Mhmm

Sigh a little, yeah, cry just a little
And let that old wind just blow right on by a little, yeah
That's the story of
That's the glory of love

I still know what I'm talking about, ya'll

When this whole world, gets tired of us
We'll have each other and all our charms
When this whole world gets through with us
We'll have each other's arms, yeah yeah

Cry a little, sigh just a little
Let that old win just-a blow right by a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love, oh

It's the glory, glory, the glory, the glory of, it's the glory of love
Everybody knows it's the story of, it's the story of, it's the glory of love,
I got to tell you bout the glory of, the glory of, the glory of love
You got to know what the glory is, the glory is,
everybody ought to know what the glory of love is,
the glory of, it's the glory of, the glory of love?

. . .


Hush, darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home to dry your weeping eyes
Hush, little darling, and don't be blue
I'm coming home to see about you

It's been so long since I've seen you
I don't know what in the world I'm gonna do
But if you're still waiting with your love so true
You'll make me...

Hush, darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home to wipe your weeping eyes
Hush, little darling, and don't you be blue
I'm coming home to see about you

You know I got to see my baby—she's my one desire
Got to see my baby—she set my little soul on fire
Got to see my baby—she's everything I need
She makes me...

Hush, darling, and don't you cry
Otis is coming home to dry your weeping eyes
Hush, little darling, and don't you be blue
I'm coming home to see about you

You know I got to see my baby—she's my one desire
Got to see my baby—she set my little soul on fire
Got to see my baby—she's everything I need
She makes me...

Hush, darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home to wipe your weeping eyes
Hush, little darling, and don't be blue
I'm coming home to see about you
I'm coming home...

. . .


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

. . .


Here we come again...
We're doing a new dance—real strong dance
Everybody—sisters, papas, mamas, papa's boys
A stone dance—you know what they're doing
It's called the Huckle-Buck—real strong dance
Come on and take my hand
Come on and Huckle-Buck with...now watch me
We're going to new places now...

Atlanta, Georgia—here we come
Royal Peacock, y'all
Miami, Florida—going to the Island Club
Step over in Memphis
Going to the Hippo Drome
Everybody's swinging
The Mar-keys going down under

Going to the...California
Going to the Five-Four Ballroom
Step over in Detroit city
Going to the Twenty-Grand Club
Move over to Washington, D.C.
We're going to the Holland Theater
Huckle-Buck, y'all

Everybody Huckle Bucking
If you don't know, you're sure out of luck
I tell you what we do...
We're going to Chicago
We're going to the Windy City, they call it
Going to do the Huckle-Buck now
Everybody''s Bucking now
Mamas, brothers, sisters, fathers—they Huckle Bucking all night
We got a thing going
You jump back, you jump forward, you jump back-back-back-back
Let me show you how to do it
Jump back, jump up, jump back, jump up-up-up-up

. . .


(Jimmie Cox)
Once I lived the life
of a millionaire
Spending my money
Oh I didn't care
Taking my friends out
For a mighty good time
Oh we'd drink that good gin
Champagne and wine

But oh just as soon
As my money got low
I couldn't find nobody
And I had no place to go
And if I ever get my hands
On a dollar again
I'm gonna hold on
Till the eagle wins
Cause I found out

Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out

Lord have mercy

Yeah, yeah, now listen
Now in your pocket
There's not one penny
And all of them good friends
You found out you haven't got any
Nobody come around
But the landlord and the taxman
Your ex-wife who says
She wants more alimony


Then there's a knock on the door
And it's a woman you don't know
Says she's having your baby
She'll walk on in

But oh just as soon
as the money roll in
Here they all come sayings
That they're you're long lost friends
But if I ever get my hands
On a dollar again
I believe, I believe I'll hold on
Till the eagle wins
Cause I found out

Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out

Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out

Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out

Nobody wants you
When you're down and out
Nobody, nobody, nobody

. . .

Ole Man Trouble

[No lyrics]

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