LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizemuddy sam and otis 2
Oh, yeah, I know, I knowI remember when I was only seventeenThe bohemian poet and disciple of the streetsOr was I just a little kidSearching for identityHeard it on the radio on a cold December nightIt came burning down the air waves like a Savior's shining lightAll the way from the U. S. A.Across the Atlantic far awayThe magic cameThe house began to rock with Cupid and his bowThe Hootchie Cootchie Man's lonely harp began to blowLittle did I know thatNothing in my lifeWould ever be the sameStayed up all night playing every forty-fiveTrying to sound like youStrummed my guitar in bed 'til my fingers bledTrying to play like you(Chorus)Thank you Sam, thank you OtisThank you MuddyFor the sounds you madeThank you Sam, thank you OtisThank you MuddyFor the times we sharedAnd they carry onI saw Otis back in 1965Tears in my eyes as he sun "These Arms Of Mine"But the angels needed a soul manFor their celestial blues bandAnd took him homeOh, what I'd give to see that red mohair suitAnd hear "Dock Of The Bay"Or Sam in his two-tone singing "Bring It On Back Home"What a show that would be(Chorus)If I sound sentimentalIt's because this blue-eyed soul boy'sGot so much respectMy gratitude to youRuns deep, proud and trueI will never forget(Chorus-2) 2xThank you Sam, thank you OtisThank you MuddyFor the sounds you madeThank you Sam, thank you OtisThank you MuddyFor the times you gaveThank you Sam, thank you SamThank you Otis,thank you MuddyYou'll never, never fade away
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