Il testo della Music for my mother

Man, i was in a place called keep runnin', 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, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa

It got so good to me, man, that i stopped runnin'
My feet 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, (incomprehensible)
Whoa, hey, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you all feel what i mean?
This is what you call way back yonder funk

Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa
Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa
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