Lord have mercy
Gotta tell it
Tell it just like it is
Every word

Yeah  I was living in St  Louis
In the year of nineteen fifty five

Mama didn't 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't help it  but I love it
Stand here  sing to you

Brings back so many memories
Many things we used to do

'Till I see you here again
Take care  good luck to you