(Spoken:) Lord have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, evry word.



Yeah! I was living in St. Louis

In the year of nineteen fifty five

Mama didnt have no great mansion,

Just a little old country dive.

Papa worked all week long,

Tryn?to keep us six kids alive.



So I hitch hiked to Chicago

Just to hear Muddy Waters play

I sat and listened to him sing

Until the early hours of day

I asked him what I could do to make it

And it was he who showed me the way



I went back home and wrote a song

And made a record I could claim

The little tune jumped on the charts

And rode me right on up to fame

It netted over ten thousand dollars

And added glory to my name



I was standing at the airport

With my guitar in my hand

And a first class ticket

Destination movie land

I will be in Hollywood, Mama

Before the roosters crow again



When I first started playing music

Over sixteen years ago

Every big town in the country

From St. Francisco to Baltimore

Trying to bring some happy hours

Doing the only thing I know



Cant help it, but I love it

Stand here, sing to you

Brings back so many memories

Many things we used to do

Till I see you here again

Take care, good luck to you