Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I
I remember I was only seventeen The Bohemian poet and disciple of the Or was I another kid searching for identity in '63
Heard it on the radio on a cold December It came burning down the air waves a savior's shinin' light All the way from the U.S.A, the Atlantic Far away the magic
The house began to rock with and his bow The hootchy kootchy lonely harp began to blow Little did I know that nothing in my life would ever be the
Stayed up all night playin' every 45 tryin' to like you Strummed my guitar in bed till my fingers tryin' to play like you
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you Muddy for the you made Thank you, Sam, you, Otis you, Muddy for the times we shared And carry on
I saw back in 1965 in my eyes as he sung, these arms of mine 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', it on back home What a that would be
you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you Muddy for the sounds you Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you, Muddy for the times we And they on
If I sentimental it's because this blue-eyed soul boys Got so respect My gratitude to you runs deep, and true I will forget
you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you for the sounds you made Thank you, Sam, thank you, you, muddy for the times you gave
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you Muddy for the sounds you you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you, for the times you gave
Thank you, Sam, you, Sam Thank you, Otis, thank you, You'll never, fade away