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Albums:

Mud Rock/Mud Rock, Vol. 2 (Mud) · Mud Puddle Playoffs: A Mud Records Compilation, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Day by Day/Day by Night (Doris Day) · Electric Mud (Muddy Waters) · Cover the Earth: A Mud Records Compilation, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Boogie in the Mud: Southern Swamp Guitar (Danny James) · Mud Water Dance (Tears for Beers) · New Earth Mud [DVD Edition] (The Chris Robinson Brotherhood) · Electric Mud (Muddy Waters) · Big Pile of Mud (Deja Voodoo) – and 90 other albums »


His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
into diamond
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made

They voted club the days commander
Gave him an army
on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon
Or twice as hot as the sun

Ackee 1 2 3
Ackee 1 2 1 2 3
Did I just catch
They're back in timber town
Three cheers for timber town

Stir the ashes round
Underneath my shoes
Just stir the ashes round
Make 'em dizzy, in the mud
Make
years tonight.

There's a man whose lost his wife
Said she'd be home by eight,
But that was well on three weeks ago
Now he's walking those banks
years tonight.

There's a man whose lost his wife
Said she'd be home by eight,
But that was well on three weeks ago
Now he's walking those banks
on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon
Or twice as hot as the sun

Ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2-3
January twenty third
There's no road
It's been raining now for three days
We're in mud up to our knees

If luck prevails and I'm given leave
I
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
Crawling through the mud all night long
Hunted like rats by the Viet Cong
Fields of death bodies piled up higher
Through the silence of the Tet
There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens,
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black,
One's a whistle, two are
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
sanctified, redeemed by the blood
But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud
He knows the books of the Bible and John 3:16
He's got the biggest King James
em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got
Three days out from her hometown
Something overheated something broke down
Hit Las Vegas like we might belong
It seemed for a minute that we
One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Back in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make
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
the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Mud wallopers, jewgars
A few little suckers

I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big
the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Mud wallopers, jewgars
A few little suckers

I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
On the cigarette, to the ashtray
From the ashtray back to my lips

So I lean up from my easy chair
I rub my three day beard
And give that thousand yard stare
As I
Not even for a second when he wake up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last
An average day in the middle of a life
Terminated by a sharp knife
might have been heaven if I then age seven had but met you when you were three
We'd have made mud pies like infinities, we'd known what rapture may be