Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I know



I remember

When I was only seventeen

The bohemian poet

And dosciple 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 shinin' 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 hootchy kootchy 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

Playin' every 45

Tryin' to sound like you

Strummed my guitar in bed

Till my fingers bled

Tryin' 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 sung "These Arms Of mine"

But angels needed a soul man

For the celestial blues band

They took him home (took you home)



Oh, what I'd give to see

That red mohair suit and hear

"Dock Of The Bay"

Or Sam in his two tone

Singin' "Bring It On Back Home"

What a show that would be



(*Repeat)



If I sound sentimental

It's because this blue-eyed soul boys

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



(**Repeat)

Thank you, Sam, thank you, Sam

Thank you, Otis, thank you, Muddy

You'll never, never fade away ...


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