Thanks to manhattanminstrel19@hotmail.com for these lyrics.



Oh, yeah, 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 shining 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 Hootchie Cootchie 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 playing every forty-five

Trying to sound like you

Strummed my guitar in bed 'til my fingers bled

Trying to play like you



(Chorus)

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 sun "These Arms Of Mine"

But the angels needed a soul man

For their celestial blues band

And took him home



Oh, what I'd give to see that red mohair suit

And 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 sentimental

It's because this blue-eyed soul boy's

Got so much respect

My gratitude to you

Runs deep, proud and true

I will never forget



(Chorus-2) 2x

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