Lord have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, evy word
Yeah! I was living in St. Louis
In the year of nineteen fifty five
Mama didn have no great mansion
Just a little old country dive
Papa worked all week long
Try to keep us six kids alive
So I hitch hiked 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 movie land
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 St. Francisco to Baltimore
Trying to bring some happy hours
Doing the only thing I know
Can help it, but I love it
Stand here, sing to you
Brings back so many memories
Many things we used to do
Ill I see you here again
Take care, good luck to you
[Verse] Lord have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, evy word Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn have no great mansion Just a little old country dive Papa worked all week long Try to keep us six kids alive So I hitch hiked 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 movie land 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 St. Francisco to Baltimore Trying to bring some happy hours Doing the only thing I know Can help it, but I love it Stand here, sing to you Brings back so many memories Many things we used to do Ill I see you here again Take care, good luck to you Explain Request ×
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