Lyrics:
blood or misbehavin'
Maybe the wine's got me weeping like a woman
Maybe the whiskey's got me
Weeping in my wine
Don't no need no water I'm
On good with
AIN'T BEEN THEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MISSING
SOME THINK IT'S TRASHY WE THINK IT'S CLASSY
THE WATER SO MUDDY I CAN'T SEE WHAT'S SWIMIN PASSED ME
COME
the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour
to plow", yeah
And mama said it was shame
About poor Billie Joe anyhow, yeah yeah
She said "Seem like nothin' ever
Comes to no good", huh
"To nothin'
all by lonely flying high the only sounds
I can hear are people holding me down
Now I'm up to no good
IVe been on my way way way
Tryna tryna get away
project, a brother on the brink
In the ghetto ultimate it's tiger electronics
Sucker faded playing by the book
I'm subatomic baby up to no good
We lean, we
Old whiskey bottle, by the railroad track
Your spirit has drained away, and your neck is cracked
No one to hold you, or pass you around
Muddy water runnin' through my veins
Doesn't matter all the hell I'm raisin'
The Holy Spirit still carries me
Brought up by the sons and daughters
disrespect but I’m good with mine
Solo
Mine
Dolo
Mine
Low low low low low
This is a vibe I’m tryna catch that feelin' too nice
No disrespect but I’m good with
cares?"
But Bizzy cared for ya, see I can only stare
These are the muddy waters, that I can see and hear
See and hear, see and hear, see and hear, see
“HERE COMES THE WHISKEY”
WRITTEN BY CAROL J. STYRON
INTRO: EM (GUITAR DOWNWARD GLISSANDRO)
VERSE 1:
WE ALWAYS START OFF GREAT, HAVING
Across the muddy thicket, branches knitted and knotted
Spirals of berries and thorns
Where the dirty mud creek waters the underbrush
Squires left
eighty nine
cww man that don't fit the crime
Need a little bar light and a good time
Yeah that should do
Wading water by a shore line
Sounds just right
to the floor
We relived him of his pocketbook his blood and other things
Now the Mississippi man's no longer mean
Will the water roll it all way this secret
got a lot of ZZ in me
I've got a lot of Hank in me
Got the muddy Waters, Doobie, brothers,
Old black Waters, keep on rolling in me
I'm just a good
running, my water keep on gettin thicker, still muddy
A broke certified wigga, lil money, in kingergarden with my dick in a cubby
I ripped so many
clouds and I water the earth
Well Im too deep surrounded by dirt apply soap to clean up the hurt
I felt the grief from my past life anxiety planned me my
Sweet sweet Memphis'all the good times we had
Ain't no harm in looking back no no no
He don't know nothing about Memphis
How could he ever know this
going supernova
Feel my system overload
I'm going supernova
Oh oh oh supernova
Oh oh oh supernova
Stand up for the revolution
Wade the muddy water
her on all my phones
This call is saying no details she calling from a fraud phone
Keep your head above the muddy water
I'll kill you for my lovely
Down by the sea
My story's been heard
By far too many people
And I can't go back to handing out the footnotes
To everyone that shows no sign
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
scratch scritch scratch tidy up
No says the gumboots
Puddle muddle stamp stamp stomp
Splish splash splish splash drip drop
Muddy mucky mish mosh
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
Jailer, bring me water
My throat is kind-a dry
Well, I never had me no money
Never had me no money
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