Whiskey Myers - Mud lyrics
[Whiskey Myers - Mud lyrics]
Oh, Lord, won't you let me stay in the
Place where I was born?
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and
All my seeds are sown
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer
Genuine son of the south
And the water's high and the bills are
Too and the levy tumbling down
Daddy owed the banker man
So, we was drowning before the flood
That river washed us all away
Left us right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud
We built this house upon the
Mississippi back in 1879
Over a hundred years my family's
Been here barely scraping by
We just some good old country folks
Just trying to weather the storm
How we gonna pay when the interest rates
Done got higher than the corn?
Ain't no man gonna take it away
'Cause it's deep down in my blood
Step across that old property line
And you'll die right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud
Who's this creeping through the sticks
Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six
A couple city guys with suit's and ties
Bet they can't feel this crosshair
Right between their eyes
I got no place to go and no place to run
Just a dirt farmer's boy
With his Granddaddy's gun
Step across that line, I'm gonna tell you
Son
We're all gonna die right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud
Place where I was born?
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and
All my seeds are sown
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer
Genuine son of the south
And the water's high and the bills are
Too and the levy tumbling down
Daddy owed the banker man
So, we was drowning before the flood
That river washed us all away
Left us right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud
We built this house upon the
Mississippi back in 1879
Over a hundred years my family's
Been here barely scraping by
We just some good old country folks
Just trying to weather the storm
How we gonna pay when the interest rates
Done got higher than the corn?
Ain't no man gonna take it away
'Cause it's deep down in my blood
Step across that old property line
And you'll die right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud
Who's this creeping through the sticks
Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six
A couple city guys with suit's and ties
Bet they can't feel this crosshair
Right between their eyes
I got no place to go and no place to run
Just a dirt farmer's boy
With his Granddaddy's gun
Step across that line, I'm gonna tell you
Son
We're all gonna die right here in the mud
Yeah, in the mud