Lyrics

Otis Redding Song
By Ted Horrell

Sittin’ when the darkness falls,
I’ll be sittin’ when the morning comes
But it doesn’t help me at all
It doesn’t help me at all
I’m singing a sad, sad song, one that’s not too long
But it only makes me feel small
It only makes me feel small

Maybe she’s right and I don’t know a thing about love

It’s pitiful and sad
To do what you think is right
It’s a loser’s hand
It’s a loser’s hand
Tell me what I am
If I'm not what she said
Shouldn't I have clue?
Shouldn't I have a clue?

Maybe she’s right and I don’t know a thing about love
Maybe she’s right and I don’t know what I’m speaking of
Maybe she’s right, but I know that I could prove her wrong
If I could write an Otis Redding song

Then there’d be no doubt
That my love was strong
Then there’d be no thought of my heart being wrong

If I could remember her face
Then I would cry her a tear
But my memory’s all gone
Yeah, my memory’s all gone
She seems so far away
She who once was so near
I don’t know what went wrong
I don’t know what went wrong

Maybe she’s right and I don’t know a thing about love
Maybe she’s right and I don’t know what I’m speaking of
Maybe she’s right, but I know that I could prove her wrong
If I could write an Otis Redding song