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 another kid searching for identity in '63?
Heard it on the radio on a cold December night
It came burning down the airwaves 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 'til 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