Tribute to Muddy

Woah, Lord I wish, Lord I wonder what happens

Answer's the nickel, a deep blues sea

I tore all the good looking women somewhere

Sure enough baby that's me, 'cause it's gonna happen

Lord my mother, well so as my father

About three months long before I was born

Said I got a boy child coming

Sure enough it gonna be a rolling stone

Lord I'm gonna get a rolling stone man

Lord I'm broke

Lord I'm broke

Now I reckon I better do

Lord if I clean up little girls

Then I go home with you

Yeah man I'm gonna walk

Woah, Lord it's true, two things running

Lord I believe you're the worst child in my way

We're gonna watch them run at midnight

But the one that's running just gonna lie dead

Lord she's lone yeah and she's tall

Lord she weeps like a banshee

Lord the folks they say she's no good

But she's all right with me, 'cause I'll be right there

Woah, ho, ho

Somebody help me, help me, I always lose

Lord see if the girl don't love the man you know

That's when I do the voodoos

Ah, don't make you hurt honey