Lyrics:
Blues
I got the Muddy Water Blues, yeah, yeah
Somebody tell me, tell me to lose
The women and whiskey will frame you
It's no good you're looking for
Every day I start anew
Somehow it always turns out blue
Hoping to find that shining dime
But I keep running out of time
Muddy waters the water that I swim
to chew
See a limb go to shakin and that's my cue
We go down ,down that muddy water yeah
I was growing homegrown by the Riverside
Wading through
started to strum
And I wrote this song for her
I drove my truck through the muddy water stream
Grabbed myself a cup of dark Jim Beam
I said honey where you
bottle just to get me some peace
Chip away swing it one by one
Break this wall gonna get me some
Jump in dirty water
Set my fuse I wanna blow this top
Go
I'm slow cookin'
The crock pot holds potatoes
I smell the storm comin', I like watching a sorrow
I like watching that muddy water fillin' up
of our kind
(Talk to 'em chase)
If your back porch has a screen door
And every five miles got a dollar store
And the water tower says go blue for
sss same old
Like Muddy Waters Memphis and barbeque
Same Old Same Old Blues
It's the Same Old Blues the same bad news
The same old same old sss sss
bitches just like a water spout
I got blue money double cup full of a muddy, smokin on cookie
Yeah its that skunky, yeah i got that blue money, man im
Philly, nigga
From the balcony I see the fountain blue
Over the bridge is muddy waters, 'til your dreams come true (know where I'm from)
But I can have
shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
me through the night
Caught her with another man down by the riverside
Now their bones are buried deep beneath the muddy water wide
And I ride
Fire
the muddy river blues
Thinkin back the home washed away in the storm and when that rich man lit the fuse
When that muddy old river came flowin on by
That
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
Stevie Wonder, cause these haters can't see me
Hop up in the whip, countin blue strips
Pocket rocket by my side, gotta get a grip
Keep a full clip, this
clouds, and muddy water
Red clay, red wings, and blue collars
We ain't got much but we're turnin' it up
And burnin' it down
Buck shot, stops signs
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
go down to the river
And roll around in the muddy water
Let's go down, go down to the river
And roll around in the… mud
Baby, you're giving me no
soaked through
The bloat was blue the water muddy
Sitting on the banks of the River Lea
Sinking by the banks
With wet socks and pants
Pretending
fight, foaming, rabid dog bite
All these words are muddy water like
I'm fishing with some dynamite
Dead to rights, pistol sights,
Pine box filled
Devil on my shoulder
He’s tryin to win me over
A take a sip of this drink that look like muddy water
I got a bunch of quarters
My Dixon sleeves rolled
don't think you wanna hear from me
That's clear to me, but this water's muddy
Can't be there for myself, how can I be there for you
We ain't got shit
the blu-u-ues
Look at all those idiots
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by comparison
An office full of morons
Thank
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