Funkabilly Songtext
von Joanna Cotten

If you wanna know about the blues and the southern blood
You gotta get your feet down in the Delta mud
If you wanna know where I′m coming from
Just cross that bridge into Memphis, son

Hear that sound of joy and hurt
Rising up from the honky tonks to the church

From the cotton fields of Arkansas
Down the mighty Mississippi to the Mardi Gras
Let me hear you yell from the country to the city
Gimme that deep down funkabilly

Ah yeah
Ah yeah

Spreading like kudzu across the South
Got a groove, everybody's trying to figure it out
Juke joint, honky tonk, backwood shack
And whatever they serve will keep you coming on back, yeah

God-filled country, rhythm and blues
It ain′t nothing but a southern girl showing off her roots


From the cotton fields of Arkansas
Down the mighty Mississippi to the Mardi Gras
Let me hear you yell from the country to the city
Gimme that deep down funkabilly

Ah yeah
(Gimme that deep down funkabilly)
Ah yeah
(Gimme that deep down funkabilly)

No use hiding who you are
I can travel 'round the whole wide world but I'll never get too far

From the cotton fields of Arkansas
Down the mighty Mississippi to the Mardi Gras
Let me hear you yell from the country to the city
From the cotton fields of Arkansas
Down the mighty Mississippi to the Mardi Gras
Let me hear you yell from the country to the city

Gimme that deep down funkabilly
Ah yeah
Gimme that deep down funkabilly
Ah yeah
I said gimme that deep down funkabilly


Sink your feet down in the mud back where I come from
Come on and gimme that deep down funkabilly
Feel the deep down Delta rhythm that I love
Gimme that deep down funkabilly
I′m rolling like a freight train to your city
Good God, it′s funny, I got the funkabilly
I said I got the funkabilly
I sure love the funkabilly