Music For My Mother

Man I was in a place Called Keeprunnin', 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-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha Whoa-hah-hey Whoa-hah-ha It got so good to me, man That I stopped runnin' My feets 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! Yeah, I'm? Yeah, whoa! Yeah Mm-m-hmmm Yeah Can you all feel what I mean? This is what you call Waaay-back yonder funk Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Whoa ha hey Whoa ha ha Say it loud! I'm funky and I'm proud! I'm aging! Old funk