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
(x5)
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
{vocal "harmonica" solo}
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
Whoa ha hey
whoa ha ha
(x19)
say it loud!
i'm funky and i'm proud!
i'm aging!
old funk