Upchurch – Mud To Gold (Guitar)

     C      Bm
Like mud to gold

       Em      E
Mine's in this soil

B   C C     B    B
And I bring that soul

           Em                         E   B
And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold

C    C   B  B
Like mud to gold

       Em      Em
Mine's in this soil

B   C C          B
And I bring that soul

    Bm     Em                         Em  C
And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold right now

C                B            B
Drippin' in this swamp water, with the snakes I'm not bothered

Bm     Em               D#m                     Em           C
I done been backstabbed in the front, back, and in the head, but it's good, partner

C              B               B
And I ain't no beginner, ain't nobody's paid for dinner

Bm      Em             D#m          G                  C
I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner, underground so warn the devil

      C                B             B
All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell, rockin' medallions

   Bm   Em                   D#m          E          C
In 90's models cars that are holdin' some hellacious engines

               C                    B            B
Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin', my vеngeance comes with no mеntions

    Bm          Em                   Em       C
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches

      C                                 B
Yeah, you think I'm the cure (You think I'm the cure)

B
And then you all die (And then you all die)

    Em
I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed)

      Em           B
Still blinkin' one eye (Still blinkin' one eye)

C     C                                B
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines

    B
For ones like me, who live the same life

     Em
Just country motherfuckers in a town with a time

    D
Way behind, But we still make it shine just like

     C      B
Like mud to gold

       Em      Em
Mine's in this soil

G   C            B
And I bring that soul

           Em
And I will never get old

            D        C
I'm turnin' mud into gold

     C      B
Like mud to gold

       Em      Em
Mine's in this soil

C     C          B
And I bring that soul

           Em
And I will never get old

            Em  C               C
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now

                         B                 B
These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fuckin' get it

     Em                      D#m            D#m            C
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages

C                              B    B
Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected

            Em                    D#m      Bm       C
You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties, and coke base ass records

     C                       B    B
Everything is "yah yah yah", everything is "hitta bitta"

Em                                          Em     C
Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches and it seems y'all all forgettin'

C                       B        B
Rap's about the fuckin' come up, where the fuck your asses come from?

Em                                  Em   C
What you had to conquer transferred over into a bunch of small words

C                   B       B
For a big impact on people 'cause that's your position as leader

Em                           Em           C
Yeah, I'm white and country, spit tobacco like a gunslinger

C                                      C               B
Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer, don't ever shit talk my people

Em                                   D
Or Preacher will shoot and not think twice about the

     C      B
Like mud to gold

       Em      Em
Mine's in this soil

G     C          B
And I bring that soul

           Em
And I will never get old

    D#m     E   C
I'm turnin' mud into gold

     C      B
Like mud to gold

       Em      D#m  E
Mine's in this soil

C     C          B
And I bring that soul

           Em
And I will never get old

            D   C               C
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now