Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I
I when I was only seventeen The poet and disciple of the streets Or was I just kid searching for identity in '63
it on the radio on a cold December night It came burning down the air waves like a savior's light All the way from the U.S.A, the Atlantic Far away the magic
The house to rock with cupid and his bow The hootchy kootchy man's lonely began to blow Little did I know that nothing in my life ever be the same
Stayed up all night playin' every 45 tryin' to sound you Strummed my guitar in bed till my fingers bled tryin' to play you
Thank you, Sam, you, Otis Thank you for the sounds you made Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you, for the times we shared And carry on
I saw back in 1965 Tears in my eyes as he sung, these arms of But angels needed a soul man for the celestial band They took him (Took you home)
Oh, what I'd give to see that red mohair suit and of the bay Or Sam in his two tone singin', bring it on home What a show that be
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you Muddy for the you made you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you, Muddy for the times we And they on
If I sound sentimental it's because this blue-eyed boys Got so respect My gratitude to you runs deep, proud and I never forget
you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you Muddy for the sounds you you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you, muddy for the times you
you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you Muddy for the sounds you you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you, muddy for the times you
you, Sam, thank you, Sam Thank you, Otis, you, Muddy You'll never, never fade