Whiskey Myers – Mud (Guitar Acoustic)

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Oh  Lord  won't you let me stay in the place where I was born?

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In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown

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Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer  genuine son of the south

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And the water's high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down

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   Daddy owed the banker man

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So  we was drowning before the flood

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That river washed us all away

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Left us right here in the mud

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Yeah  in the mud

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We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879

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Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by

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We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the G

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How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the

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Ain't no man gonna take it away

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'Cause it's deep down in my blood

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  Step across that old property line

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 And you'll die

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Right here in the mud...

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Yeah  in the mud

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Who's this creeping through the sticks

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Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six

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A couple city guys with suits and ties

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Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes

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I got no place to go and no place to run

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Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun

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Step across that line  I'm gonna tell you  son

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We're all gonna die right here in the mud 

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   Yeah  in the mud