Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I
I remember I was only seventeen The Bohemian and disciple of the streets Or was I just another kid for identity in '63
it on the radio 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, the Atlantic Far away the came
The house began to rock cupid and his bow The hootchy kootchy man's lonely began to blow Little did I know that nothing in my would ever be the same
up all night playin' every 45 tryin' to sound like you Strummed my guitar in bed till my bled tryin' to play like you
you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you for the sounds 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 eyes as he sung, these of mine But needed a soul man for the celestial blues band They him home (Took you home)
Oh, what I'd give to see red mohair suit and hear of the bay Or Sam in his two singin', bring it on back home What a show would be
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you for the sounds you made Thank you, Sam, you, Otis you, Muddy for the times we shared And they on
If I sound sentimental it's because this blue-eyed soul Got so much My gratitude to you deep, proud and true I will never
Thank you, Sam, you, Otis Thank you Muddy for the you made Thank you, Sam, you, Otis Thank you, muddy for the you gave
Thank you, Sam, thank you, Thank you Muddy for the you made you, Sam, thank you, Otis Thank you, muddy for the times you
you, Sam, thank you, Sam Thank you, Otis, you, Muddy never, never fade away