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
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, Whoa, hey, whoa Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can you all feel what I mean? This is what you call way back yonder funk