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
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 Whoa-hah-ha
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 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
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 Say it loud!
 I'm funky and I'm proud!
 I'm aging!
 Old funk