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 another 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 shininglight

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

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

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

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