Come Back Muddy

My mind is going back
To the good old times
When me and Muddy Waters
Was playing blues
and drinking wine
Come back Muddy
Man I sure
do miss your face
Come back Muddy
Lord knows you cant
be replaced
We used to ride around
In your big Cadillac
Reefer in the glove box
Whiskey in the sack
I say Come back Muddy
Man I sure
wanna hear your voice
Come back Muddy
Lets make up some of
that old nasty noise
Lord I dont need
no picture
I can see you still
Carrying a switchblade knife
Flashing those hundred
dollar bills
I said come back Muddy
I miss those good old days
oh yes
I miss those good old days
Come back Muddy
The blues aint been the same
Give you my promise
That Im keep on playing
I miss you much