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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
walking through that door
Your friends may call you
You won't be hanging 'round no more
By the muddy waters"
OOh yeah, muddy waters
Mama was shouting
Said:
It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Louisiana,
One night by the light of the moon.
the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All
As I stumble through the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits
the key

Well I washed off my hands in muddy water
I washed off my hands, but they didn't come clean
I tried to do like my daddy told me
I must have washed
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
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
are the color
Of the dirt on the mountainside

Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy
And the rolling water is wide
But I got no boat, so I'll be
the rubble, I'm dazed and seein' double 
And I'm truly mystified

[Chorus:]
My new home is a shell-hole
Filled with tears and muddy water
And bits
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
Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey, and good
Nashville they locked me up and threw away the key
I washed my hands in muddy water I washed my hands but they didn't come clean
I tried to do what daddy told
the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All
the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All
Yeah, T for Texas, T for Tennessee
I said, "T for Texas, T for Tennessee"
T for that no good woman, no good gal
That made a wreck out of me, Lord
Fiddle, play for the whiskey
Good whiskey never lets you lose your place
No, good whiskey never lets you lose your place
daddy worked the river as a flat boat man
to pay the rent at the holy land
a trailer park in a shantytown
hook up and water, no money down. . .
the rubble
I'm dazed, seeing double
And I'm truly mystified

My new home is a shell hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All
Maybe different but remember
Winters warm there you and I
Kissing whiskey by the fire 
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes
In
Maybe different but remember
Winters warm where you and I
Kissing whiskey by the fire
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes
In
low, we get up high
We don't expect, no easy ride
This water's muddy, this water's deep and it's wide

[Chorus]

Don't it sometimes feel like
up your case
Play the Cherokee Fiddle, you can play it for the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey will never let you lose your place
No good whiskey will
Maybe different but remember
Winters warm where you and I
Kissing whiskey by the fire
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes

In
are the color
Of the dirt on the mountainside

Now Jordan's banks are red and muddy
And the rolling water is wide
But I got no boat, so I'll be