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 Otisthank you Muddy. You'll never never fade away.