If you want to be a singer, you've got to concentrate on it twenty-four hours a day. You can't be a well… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Hey there, here I am. I'm the man on the scene. I can give you what you want but you got to… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Baby, here I am, the man on your scene. I can give you what you want but you got to come home… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
When I go into the studio, I'm strictly for business... I don't like any fooling around in the studio. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
If you want to be a singer, you've got to concentrate on it twenty-four hours a day. You can't be a well driller, too.… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Sittin' here resting my bones, this loneliness won't leave me alone. Two thousand miles I roam, just to make this dock my home. I'm… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
You've got to concentrate on the business of entertaining and writing songs. Always think different from the next person. Don't ever do a song… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
These arms of mine, they are burning, burning from wanting you. These arms of mine, they are wanting, wanting to hold you. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Hey there, here I am. I'm the man on the scene. I can give you what you want but you got to come home… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right. I need your arms, loving arms to hold me tight. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Baby, here I am, the man on your scene. I can give you what you want but you got to come home with me. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
I need your, I need your tender lips, to hold me. To hold me together when I'm around you. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle. 'Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
You are tired and your love is growing cold. My love is growing stronger as our affair, grows old. — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay. Watching the tide roll away. Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay. Wastin'… — Otis Redding Copy Share Image
