Muddy, Sam And Otis

Oh, yeah, I know, I know

I remember when I was only seventeen
The bohemian poet and disciple of the streets
Or was I just a little kid
Searching for identity
In '63

Heard it on the radio on a cold December night
It came burning down the air waves like a Savior's shining light
All the way from the U. S. A.
Across the Atlantic far away
The magic came

The house began to rock with Cupid and his bow
The Hootchie Cootchie Man's lonely harp began to blow
Little did I know that
Nothing in my life
Would ever be the same

Stayed up all night playing every forty-five
Trying to sound like you
Strummed my guitar in bed 'til my fingers bled
Trying to play like you

(Chorus)
Thank you Sam, thank you Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the sounds you made
Thank you Sam, thank you Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the times we shared
And they carry on

I saw Otis back in 1965
Tears in my eyes as he sun "These Arms Of Mine"
But the angels needed a soul man
For their celestial blues band
And took him home

Oh, what I'd give to see that red mohair suit
And hear "Dock Of The Bay"
Or Sam in his two-tone singing "Bring It On Back Home"
What a show that would be

(Chorus)

If I sound sentimental
It's because this blue-eyed soul boy's
Got so much respect
My gratitude to you
Runs deep, proud and true
I will never forget

(Chorus-2) 2x
Thank you Sam, thank you Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the sounds you made
Thank you Sam, thank you Otis
Thank you Muddy
For the times you gave

Thank you Sam, thank you Sam
Thank you Otis, thank you Muddy
You'll never, never fade away