Mud

Ol' Lord, won't you let me stay

In the place where I was born

In the fields grand daddy tilled

And all my seeds were sown

There ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer

A genuine son of the South

That water's high and the bills are too

And the levy's tumbling down

Daddy owed the banker man

So we was drowning before the flood

That river washed us all away

And left us right here in the mud

In the mud

We built this house up on the Mississippi back in 1879

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

We just some good ol' country folks

Trying to weather the storm

But how we gonna pay when the interest rate

Done got higher than the corn

Ain't no man gonna take it away

Because it's deep down in my blood

So step across that ol' property line

And you'll die right here in the mud

Yeah, in the mud

Who's this creepin' through the sticks

Lemme talk at 'em with my 30.06

A couple city guys in suits and ties

Bet they can't feel this cross hair right between their eyes

I got no place to go, no place to run

Just a dirt farmer's boy with his grand daddy's gun

So step across that line, I'm gonna tell you son

We're all gonna die right here in the mud

Yeah, in the mud