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there's one left
Only the earth would thank me later
With a breath taking sunset
(man, I'm just a bum)
Zip that waterfall around your skeleton
Tell it

Sweet Southern Comfort

Unlinked Artist

Country Hits, Vol. 167

2003

the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet

dont need you to lay with me 
Own my own home there's nothing you cant say to me
I was born alone I'm gonna die alone
I was born alone I'm gonna die

a friend
Bitch I'm muddy
I came up from the dirt
Ain't no buddy buddy
I'm tryna get you hurt
I came from nothing
I was struggling for real hey
Yeah I was

touring year long
Mmmm
There's nothing to ponder upon
Born ready was a baby champion
Born ready was a baby champion
I was born ready been a baby champion

Let that engine growl
He said I'm runnin' red lights
With the preacher's daughter
Yeah I'm baptized
In the muddy water
I've been livin' my whole life

surrounded by dat water

Water is better for me
Water is healthy for me
It keep my face so clear
She wanna take a selfie with me
This cup of water on fleek
Yo

phone gotta reject
I've gone through muddy waters just to repent
Now I ride on Yahweh's wave until I'm sea sick
Soul damages come from trying to manage

I'm looking at life through a muddy lens
That once was clear
Overtaken by the waves of the past
Got sand in my ear
Thought the water would treat me

and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues- blues, blues,

barrel fire with the blazing buckshot

Constant
Progress
Habit
Repeat

You're gonna be pinned to the wall by your enemies and fight to the death

Wolves

the deep water unafraid
I'm relying on my skills
I'm relying on myself
The water getting muddy from the dirt that's been dealt
Kicking up dust knowing its

gang, like a barber with his chalk
Watch me smile through the pain, sippin' lean muddy drop (Aye)
Blitz in the corner, im counting them bills
Run up

Rumble young man rumble
Bitch I feel like Ali
It ain’t raining but it’s cloudy
Muddy sands on my beach
At time my dreams outta reach
I got my lil

going to hell and back again
Angel numbers in my head, repent to the most high, back again
By myself, by myself, i pour the water on top my head
Just know

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

of the water thick with oil
Dreaming of the prisoner
Staring at the walls and imagining
The kisses of her son

And I was sickened by the fumes
The cities on it's

telling when imma blow
So I stick to the course on the muddy road
Till the money show
Money show
Man ain't no telling when imma blow
Jump in that water

make the mistake of pitching to me underhand.
today I enter my late twenties officially,
or react with water initially.
I'm dead to the world right now

Old man blues he's been tapping his shoes
Down where the mighty river runs
I've got nothing left to lose and a dollar for two
With my suitcase

she is her mother's daughter
Can't compete with her mind games don't even bother
You know what they say
(You know what they say)
She was born in

the years have gone by
Proud I worked where I lie
I was always handled with care
More good years than bad
All the harvests we had
My parts have worn down
Like

Don't you be fooled by a muddy stream, be careful where you drink
Said, life is what you make it, sometimes it's a livin' hell
And if you wanna get

horses
No horse shit with nothing but a learning permit
Delinquents on the Autobahn poppin' our airbags off, worthless
I'm not depressed, man, I'm just