Tribute to Muddy

Woah, Lord I wish, Lord I wonder what happens Answer's the nickel, a deep blues sea I tore all the good looking women somewhere Sure enough baby that's me, 'cause it's gonna happen Lord my mother, well so as my father About three months long before I was born Said I got a boy child coming Sure enough it gonna be a rolling stone Lord I'm gonna get a rolling stone man Lord I'm broke Lord I'm broke Now I reckon I better do Lord if I clean up little girls Then I go home with you Yeah man I'm gonna walk Woah, Lord it's true, two things running Lord I believe you're the worst child in my way We're gonna watch them run at midnight But the one that's running just gonna lie dead Lord she's lone yeah and she's tall Lord she weeps like a banshee Lord the folks they say she's no good But she's all right with me, 'cause I'll be right there Woah, ho, ho Somebody help me, help me, I always lose Lord see if the girl don't love the man you know That's when I do the voodoos Ah, don't make you hurt honey