This album was originally released as Volt 419 on February 23, 1968.
 

1  - (SITTIN'ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY
2  - I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY
3  - LET ME COME ON HOME
4  - OPEN THE DOOR
5  - DON'T MESS WITH CUPID
6  - THE GLORY OF LOVE
7  - I'M COMING HOME TO SEE ABOUT YOU
8  - TRAMP (with Carla Thomas)
9  - THE HUCKLE-BUCK
10 - NOBODY KNOWS YOU (WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT)
11 - OLE MAN TROUBLE

Recording dates:

 track 11 - July 1965; track 5 - April 1966; track 10 - July 1966; track 8 - January 1967;
tracks 2 & 3 - March 1967; tracks 6 & 7 - June 1967; track 9 - September 1967; track 4 - 1967; track 1 - 1968

Personnel:

 Otis Redding - vocals; Carla Thomas - vocals on track 8; Booker T. Jones & Isaac Hayes - keyboards;
Steve Cropper - guitar; Donald "Duck" Dunn - bass; Al Jackson, Jr. - drums;
Wayne Jackson - trumpet on all tracks exept 5 & 10; Andrew Love - tenor sax on tracks 2, 3, 8, 11;
Joe Arnold - tenor sax on track 8; Charles "Packy" Axton - tenor sax on tracks 5 & 10 ;
Sammy Coleman - trumpet on tracks 5 & 10; Gene "Bowlegs" Miller - trumpet on tracks 5, 10 & 11;
Floyd Newman - baritone sax on tracks 5, 10 & 11
 

(SITTIN'ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY

( Otis Redding & Steve Cropper )
also released as a single (Volt 157) on January 8, 1968
# 1 R&B & pop
 

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch' em 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
'Cause I've had nothin' to live for
And look like nothing's
Gonna come my way

So I'm just gonna sit
On the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Ooh I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Look 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 restin' 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 gonna sit
At the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Ooh wee I'm sittin'
On the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
....

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY

( Eddie Floyd & Booker T.Jones )
also released as single (Volt 146) on March 21, 1967
# 30 R&B

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 more
Than words can ever say

Honey, living without you
Is so painful, yeah
I was tempted to call it a day
You've got me in your hands
Why can't you understand
I love you, baby
More than words can say, yeah yeah

I just can't sleep
When I lay down, Lord, in my bed
The troughts of you, babe
Just linger in my head

Living without you
It's so painful
I was tempted to call it a day
You've got me in your hands
Why can't you understand
I love you, honey
For more than words can say, yeah
I love you, honey
For more than words can say, yeah
Yes I do, Lord
...

LET ME COME ON HOME

( Otis Redding & Booker T.Jones & Al Jacobson Junior )
also released as a single (Volt 146) on March 21, 1967

Oh baby, yeah baby
I wanna come home to you
Baby, yeah girl, Lord
I said I gotta get home to you
Days and nights
I'm feeling so blue, baby
Oh Lord, I don't
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Oh baby, yeah baby, I said honey
Oh gonna come home

Ooh baby
You're one thousand miles away
Baby, yeah baby, said you're
You're just one thousand miles away
Yeah, take these chains
From around my heart
Never never never leave me
No more you'll never be apart
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Please, please, oh
Let me come on home to you, all right
yeah yeah

Oh I love you
Please let me come on home, girl
Please, please, please, please
Please, baby
Please let me come on home to you, girl
Cryin' my eyes out over you
I don't know nothin' in the world
That I'm gonna do
But I'm gonna come on, come on
Come on, girl
Said I gotta get home, all right

Yeah baby, baby girl
I love you, honey
Please let me come home
Lord, Lord, Lord
Got to, got to, got to
Got to get home, baby
Please let me, let me
Let me, let me come on home
...

OPEN THE DOOR

( Otis Redding )
also released as a single (Volt 163) on April 8, 1968

I've been so wrong so many times
And 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 and now
I trying to get back to my baby
This running around
Sure 'nough is killing 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 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'll bust it in
Because this runnin' around
Sure 'nough, sure 'nough
Is killing me, yes it is
It's killing me, baby

I got to come on in
Let me in, baby please, let me in
I got to 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, gotta come in
Open the door
I can't stand this cold
Let me in this house
I'm tried of this runnin' round
I'm tired of bein'
I'm tired of bein' all alone
Just standing out there
And walking with, walking with
Walking with someone
...

DON'T MESS WITH CUPID

( Steve Cropper, Eddie Floyd & Deanie Parker )
also released as a single (Volt 136) on May 12, 1966

You must have thought
My love was for fun, honey
You tried to spend it
Like a dollar, huh
You got the right string, baby
But your yo yo is the wrong color
Now honey, let me tell you

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

You thought my love
Was just a rug on the floor, honey
Just to walk on
And nothing more, baby
You just don't seem to understand
That I'm a man, baby
And a full grown man, honey
I'm tellin' you

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

When I look for you
You're never home, honey
Like a lamp
You turn me off and on, baby
But like a shade
That dimmed the light
Well that's all baby
I can't do nothing right
I'm warning you, baby

Don't you mess with Mister Cupid
No, no, baby
Baby, he's not stupid
No no, don't mess with me
Baby, don't mess with me
Oh I'm just a man, baby
Full grown man
I don't want you to mess with me
Throw away my life, honey
Don't play with Cupid, baby
Hey hey yeah yeah now
I got to tell you, baby
Tell you all about it, honey
I'm not no fool for you
...
 

THE GLORY OF LOVE

( Billy Hill )
also released as a single (Volt 152) on June 30, 1967

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
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about

Sigh a little, yeah
Cry just 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 talkin' about, y'all

When this old world
Gets tired of us
We'll have each other
And all our charms
When this old world
Gets through with us
We'll have each other's arms
Yeah yeah

Cry a little
Sigh just a little
Let that old wind just
Blow right on by a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of love

It's the glory, glory
It's the glory, the glory of
It's the glory of love
Everybody know 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
Glory of, the glory of love
You got to know what the glory is
The glory is, everybody oughta know
What the glory of love is
Glory of, it's the glory of
The glory of love
Everybody know it's the glory of
It's the glory of, Lord have mercy
I got to, got to, got to
...

I'M COMING HOME TO SEE ABOUT YOU

( Otis Redding )
also released as a single (Volt 152) on June 30, 1967

Hush darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home
To dry (wipe) you weeping eyes now
Hush little darling
And don't (you) 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
Oh am I gonna do now
But if you're still waiting
With your love so true
You'll Make me, ooh my my
Oh somebody

Hush darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home
To dry (wipe) you weeping eyes now
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 sets my little soul on fire
Got to see my baby
She's everything I need

You make me, ooh my my
Somebody, somebody

Hush darling, and don't you cry
Otis is coming home
To dry your weeping eyes now
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 sets my little soul on fire
Got to see my baby
She's everything I need

She makes me, oh my my, ooh

Hush darling, and don't you cry
I'm coming home
To dry (wipe) you weeping eyes now
Hush little darling
And don't (you) be blue
I'm coming home to see about you

I'm coming home, I'm coming home
No more, no more will I roam now, baby
I said I got to, I got to get home
I've seen so many many hard times
I got to get back
I got to get back to you, baby
I don't want you to weep
I don't want you to weep no more
You don't, you don't have to cry
You don't have to cry, cry, baby
Oh I need you

I need you right by my side
And everything in my life
Is gonna get better
Evetything in my life
Is gonna get so good
And so full of understanding
With somebody just like you, darlin'
Hey, hey, hey
You're makin' me feel all right ...
...
 

TRAMP (with Carla Thomas)

( Lowell Fulsom & James McCracklin )
also released as a single (Stax 216) on April 13, 1967

Carla: Tramp.
Otis: What you call me ?
Carla: Tramp.
Otis: Oh you did ?
Carla: You don't wear continental clothes or stetson hats.
Otis: But I tell you one doggone thing.
It makes me feel good to know one thing.
I know I am a lover.
Carla: A matter of opinion, baby.
Otis: That's all right. Mama was.
Carla: So ?
Otis: Papa, too. And I know little child. Love is all I know to do.
Carla: You know what Otis ?
Otis: What ?
Carla: You're country.
Otis: That's all right.
Carla: You're straight from the Georgia woods.
Otis: That's good.
Carla: You know what ? You wear overalls and big old Brogan shoes,
and you need a haircut, shrimp.
Otis: Haircut ? Woman, you're goofy. Ooh I'm a lover.
Carla: Yeah I know.
Otis: Mama was, grandmama, Papa, too.
Carla: That don't make you one.
Otis: Oh that's all right. But I'm their only son of a gun yeah, I'm gonna get some.
Otis: Tramp.
Carla: That's right, that's what you are.
Otis: What's that ?
Carla: You're a rat and a tramp. You know what, Otis.
I don't care what you say, you're still a tramp.
Otis: What ?
Carla: That's right. You haven't even got a fat bank roll in your pocket,
you probably haven't even got twenty five cents.
Otis: I got six Cadillacs, five Lincolns, four Fords, six Mercurys,
three T-birds, Mustang - ooh I'm a lover.
Carla: Can't prove it by me.
Otis: My mama was. My papa, too. I'm gonna tell you one thing.
Carla: What's that.
Otis: I'm their only son-of-a-gun, yeah, I'm gonna get some.
Carla: You're a tramp, Otis.
Otis: I'm not.
Woman: I don't care what you say you're still a tramp.
Otis: Don't call me that.
Carla: Looky here. You ain't got no money.
Otis: I've got everything.
Carla: You can't buy me all them minks and sables and all that stuff I want.
Otis: I can buy you snakes, rats, frigs, squirrels, rabbits, anything you want, woman.
Carla: Look, you can go out in the Georgia woods and catch them, baby.
Otis: Oh but you're goofy.
Carla: You're still a tramp, Otis, just a tramp.
You wear overails, you need a haircut, baby. Cut off some of that hair ...
...

 

THE HUCKLE - BUCK

( Roy Alfred & Andy Gibson )

Here we come again, y'all
Gonna do the dance, a real stone dance
Everybody, sisters, brothers, mothers
Papas doin't it, a stone dance
You know what to do
It's called the huckle-buck
The huckle-buck, y'all
Real stone dance, now
Come on and take my hand
Come on and huckle-buck with me
Now watch me
We're goin' to new places now

Atlanta, Georgia
Here we come, the Royal Peacock, y'all
Miami, Florida
Goin' to the Allen Club
Step over into Memphis
Going to the Hippodrome
Everybody's swingin' to the Markee's

Goin' down yonder
Goin' to California
Goin' to the ... Ballroom
Step over, step over in Detroit City
Going to the Twenty Grand Club
Move over, Washington, D.C.
We're goin' ti the Howard Theatre

Huckle-buck, y'all
The huckle-buck, y'all
The huckle-buck, now now no
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, Get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Rake it, take it, rake it
Everybody huckle-buckin'
Do it, y'all, if you don't know
You're sure out of luck
I'll tell you what we do

We're goin' to Chicago
We're goin' to the big city
Windy City they call it
Goin' to do the huckle-buck now now
Got to, got to, everybody's hucking now
Mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers
They huckle-buckin', all right now
We got a thing goin'
You jump back, you jump forward
You jump back, back, back, back
Huckle-buck, now huckle-buck, y'all
Let me show you how to do it
Jump back, jump up
Jump back, jump up, up, up, up, up
Huckle-buck now ...
...

NOBODY KNOWS YOU
(WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT)

( Jimmie Cox )

Once I lived the life of a millionaire
People spending my money, honey
Lord, and I just didn't care
Now that's all right
Takin' my friends out
Tryin' to have a good time
They drank that strong bootleg liquor
And that good old champagne and wine

Well, just as soon
As my money got so low
I couldn't find my friends, Lord
And I just didn't have no place to go
Now, no no
But if I ever and if I ever
Get my hands
On them green dollars again, yeah
I'm gonna hold on
Till that big eagle grin, Lord now

I'm trying to tell y'all
That nobody wants you
people, nobody wants you, no
When you're down and out
Now now Lord
Because in your pocket, no
There is not one penny
And all of them so-called friends
I'm trying to tell, y'all
That you haven't got any

But a, yeah, and just as soon
As you get back on your feet again
People, I'm tryin' to tell you
That here they come
Tellin' you all
They're your long lost friend
Oh but I'm tryin' to tell everybody
Lord, without a doubt
That nobody wants you
Nobody wants you, no no
Nobody wants you, no
Nobody needs you
Nobody wants you
When you're down and out, Lord
And nobody says a good thing about you
And nobody can tell you when to turn
And when to go ...
....

OLE MAN TROUBLE

( Otis Redding )
also released as a single (Volt 128) on August 15, 1965
 

Old man trouble, just leave me alone
Go find someone else to pick on
I live my life in doubt, you see
Ooh, old man trouble
Please stay away from me
Oh my, oh my,
yeah

Oh how, ooh when down in my love
Why don't you send fate
To just help pick me up
I've lived this way
For so many years now
 Old man trouble
Help me wash away all my fear
Oh my,
Yeah, now yeah, ooh yeah

Don't cause me nothing but trouble
Trouble, trouble

I don't need you, old man trouble
I don't need you, old man trouble
And I just can't have no more trouble
And I just can't have no more trouble
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah now
You're nothing but trouble
Just too much trouble, yeah
You're pounds and pounds
Of nothing but trouble
You're nothing but trouble
please just stay away
Just walk on away ...
....
 

photo Jerry Cunningham

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