Text: funkadelic. 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