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
Whoa-hah-hey
Whoa-hah-ha
Whoa-hah-hey
Whoa-hah-ha
Whoa-hah-hey
Whoa-hah-ha
Whoa-hah-hey
Whoa-hah-ha
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
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
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Whoa ha ha
Say it loud!
I'm funky and I'm proud!
I'm aging!
Old funk