On those nights, when the storm's a-raging
And the lightning strikes outside my window
I am lonely beyond repair
And I feel nothing but sadness
I can no longer find solace in You.
I find rest, at times, in Otis
My demons keep me company
as do my memories.
There have been many-a lover
and many-a friend
They all leave too soon.
But my Memories!
Such a poor substitution, given
That I can no longer find solace in You.
Oh...Please Forgive my indolence.
I am burdened by pork grease and fatback.
Much too scattered for rhyme schemes and iambic
You find me on my knees, Woman, but I
No longer find solace in You