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
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
Can you all feel what I mean?
This is what you call
Waaay back yonder funk
Say it loud!
I'm funky and I'm proud!
Writer/s: Billy Bass Nelson / Eddie Hazel / George Clinton / William Nelson