Mud - Whiskey Myers

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 levy tumbling down

Huuu

Daddy owed the banker man

Huu

So we were drowning before the flood

And the river washed us all away

Huu

Left us right here in the mud

Yeah in the mud

We built this house in Baldwin Mississippi back in eighteen seventy nine

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

We just some good old country folk

Trying to weather the storm

Papa's gonna pay when the interest rates got higher than the corn

Huu

Ain't no man gonna take it away

Huu

Six feet down in the blood

Still the crops they don't come alive

And you'll die

Right here in the mud

Yeah in the mud

Who says you can't come from the sticks

Let me talk at 'em with my thirty aught six

A couple city guys with suits and ties

Bet they can't kill this frogman right between the eyes

I got no place to go and no place to run

Just a dirt farmer boy with his granddaddy's gun

Step across that line I'm gonna tell you son

We all gonna die right here in the mud

Yeah in the mud

Hoooooo hoooooo

Hoooooo h