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