muddy, sam and otis

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"