Mud

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, a genuine son of the south And the water's high and the bills are too and levy tumblin' down Daddy owed the banker man So we was drownin' 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 scrapin' by We just some good old country folk Tryin' 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 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's this creepin' through the sticks? Let me talk at 'em with my 30 ought six A couple city guys with suits 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 all gonna die, right here in the mud Yeah, in the mud

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