(Spoken:) 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 wayI 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 nameI 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 againWhen 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 knowCan 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