come back muddy

my mind is going back

to the good old times

when me and muddy waters

was playing blues and drinking wine

come back muddy

man i sure do miss your face

come back muddy

lord knows you can't be replaced

we used to ride around

in your big cadillac

reefer in the glove box

whiskey in the sack

i say come back muddy

man i sure wanna hear your voice

come back muddy

let's make up some of that old nasty noise

lord i don't need no picture

i can see you still

carrying a switchblade knife

flashing those hundred dollar bills

i said come back muddy

i miss those good old days

come back muddy

the blues ain't been the same

give you my promise

that i'm gonna keep on playing