(Spoken:) Lord have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, ev抮y word.      Yeah! I was living in St. Louis   In the year of nineteen fifty five   Mama didn抰 have no great mansion,   Just a little old country dive.   Papa worked all week long,   Try抧?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抰 help it, but I love it   Stand here, sing to you   Brings back so many memories   Many things we used to do   æ…£ill I see you here again   Take care, good luck to you