Music For My Mother

Man, I was in a place called keep runnin', Mississippi one time

And I heard someone on my way by

Sounded a little something like raw funk to me

So I slowed down and took a listen

And this is all I could hear, baby



Whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa



It got so good to me, man, that I stopped runnin'

My feet was tired anyhow

So I reached in my inside pocket and got my harp out

Sit down by old beat up railroad train

And get me get myself a little of that old funky thang



Yeah, [Incomprehensible]

Whoa, hey, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can you all feel what I mean?

This is what you call way back yonder funk



Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa

Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa

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