by Stazja McFadyen

Otis Redding sang the "Sad Song" --
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa.
And Otis don't mind if I come down,
get next to him and sit awhile.
I tell him they call me Miss Pitiful now. Otis knows. He sang that song
a long time ago.

We don't have much new to say,
Otis and me. Just sit there day after day. Finally I turn to Otis, I say,
I know you know these arms of mine
are lonely. Otis knows.

Otherwise, what would I
be doing down here
with a blues man
dead as Holiday?

Otis say, "Baby, you know
what you done wrong?"
I hang my head and tell him yes,
I didn't give him enough respect.
Don't matter what "him" I meant.

Otis knows a woman lose one man,
she think she lose them all.
He just break a smile and sing,
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa."