Blues Funky Like Dat (feat. Taj Mahal & Jontavious Willis)

Hey, hey, hey

I knew a preacher from Atlanta, Georgia

He was a preacher's son

Sunday mornin' in the pulpit wit' the spirit

Friday night havin' his funky like dat

Blues funky like dat

Well, he wore Stacy Adams shoes, Stetson hat

And when he'd had enough whisky

He'd sing the blues, funky like dat

Blues funky like dat

He told me, son, "In every sinner (Yeah)

There's a little bit of saint

In every saint, there's a little sinner," (Hey, hey, hey)

Funky like dat

How, how, how

He had a store-front church on Auburn

You could hear it rock

The Hallelujah Corner clappin' so loud

Way down the block

Funky like dat (Well, hey, hey)

Real funky like dat

Blues funky like dat

How, how, how

Well

Hey, hey, hey

You know they had me hooked

From the very first song

And to tell the truth people, I don't think I been in church that long

The collection plate was full, so

He pulled off his hat

He said, "Feel the bottom 'cause you know the blues, they funky like dat"

We piled up around me, sugar

People crying, but they ain't sad

How in the world did that man make folks give 'em everything that they had?

'Cause he funky like dat, no, no

Uh-huh, blues funky like dat

Well

They funky like dat

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Blues funky like dat

Blues funky like dat

Blues funky like dat

Hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause they funky like dat (Well)

Blues funky like dat

Oh, no

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, well