BioLord, have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, every word.Yeah! I was living in St. Louis in the year of nineteen fifty-five Mama didn't have no great mansion, just a little old country dive Papa worked all week long trying to keep us six kids alive So I hitchhiked to Chicago just to hear Muddy Waters play I sat and listened to him sing until the early hours of day I asked him what I could do to make it and it was he who showed me the way I went back home and wrote a song and made a record I could claim The little tune jumped on the charts and rode me right on up to fame It netted over ten thousand dollars and added glory to my name I was standing at the airport with my guitar in my hand And a first class ticket, destination: movieland I will be in Hollywood, Mama, before the roosters crow again When I first started playing music, over sixteen years ago Every big town in the country, from San Francisco to Baltimore Trying to bring some happy hours doing the only thing I know Can't help it, but I love it, stand here, sing to you Brings back so many memories, many things we used to do 'Til I see you here again, take care, good luck to you |