Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I know
I remember when I was only seventeen
The Bohemian poet and disciple 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
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
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
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

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