(Rod Stewart/Kevin Savigar)
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Oh, yeah, I know, I know, I know
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I remember
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When I was only seventeen
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The bohemian poet
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And dosciple of the streets
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Or was I just a little kid
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Searching for identity in '63
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Heard it on the radio
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On a cold December night
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It came burning down the air waves
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Like a savior's shinin' light
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All the way from the U.S.A.
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Across the Atlantic far away
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The magic came
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The house began to rock
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With Cupid and his bow
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The hootchy kootchy man's
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Lonely harp began to blow
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Little did I know that
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nothing in my life
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Would ever be the same
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Stayed up all night
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Playin' every 45
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Tryin' to sound like you
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Strummed my guitar in bed
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Till my fingers bled
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Tryin' to play like you
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(1) Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
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Thank you Muddy
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For the sounds you made
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Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
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Thank you, Muddy
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For the times we shared
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And they carry on
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I saw Otis back in 1965
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Tears in my eyes
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As he sung "These Arms Of mine"
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But angels needed a soul man
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For the celestial blues band
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They took him home (took you home)
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Oh, what I'd give to see
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That red mohair suit and hear
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"Dock Of The Bay"
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Or Sam in his two tone
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Singin' "Bring It On Back Home"
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What a show that would be
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[Repeat (1)]
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If I sound sentimental
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It's because this blue-eyed soul boys
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Got so much respect
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My gratitude to you
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Runs deep, proud and true
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I will never forget
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(2) Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
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Thank you Muddy
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For the sounds you made
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Thank you, Sam, thank you, Otis
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Thank you, Muddy
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For the times you gave
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[Repeat (2)]
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Thank you, Sam, thank you, Sam
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Thank you, Otis, thank you, Muddy
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You'll never, never fade away...
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Muddy, Sam And Otis
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Rod Stewart |