Mom cried the day Otis died
So true, even I thought her words a lie:
Ole Man Trouble was my Dad
Seldom a night when arguments didn’t turn into a fight
One night she packed a bag and left into the night—
She just wasn’t getting no Satisfaction, she told me this with a smile
Tramp, I remember Dad hollered.
Down in the Valley she laid her head;
Dad nursed himself with Cigarettes and Coffee instead.
I wanted Respect, she said to me. Instead all I got was Pain in My Heart
She called Dad Mr. Pitiful
Dad’s eyes watered too soon
I’ll Try a Little Tenderness, he murmured after she’ gone
Sitting on The Dock of the Bay all day long
Shake when it started to rain – missing Mom a lot
Yeah, I returned home to you and him, she said to me, sniffling
It was the day Otis crashed and died,
I guess You Don’t Miss Your Water till Your Well Runs Dry.
My Mom told me this story when in my teens. Who would have known I’d be making a song of it here.