Hello, my name is Mud. I thought you might remember. I'm creation eight quadrillion and one. So long, it's been so long. Since I became a member. Of a people with no sigh despite the sun.
The first seven years your skies were oh so clear. And you knew no pain in those days. Then I came along and life started going wrong. Both yours and mine in those times.
He saw her once. He saw her twice. He thought that maybe this was by her own device. She came again. And she came on. Was this for real because it'd been so long.
These nights, these days, this young girl's so afraid. Here in the moon's soft light she's praying. 'Cause she knows if he stays, there'll be a price to pay.
I got your message, it was crystal clear. And you won't see me in your rear view mirror. You've gotta go, you've gotta chase down all your dreams. A world I'll never know.
Heres a new way I can sing the blues. A major chord of minor use. Dont know if its worth it anymore. Built us a home without a door. On this winter day I heard the wind call out your name.
Here is a simple song. I hope that you don't take it wrong. Hello rainy day let's see what you can wash away. No more blues on a Sunday. You sleep quiet in your room.
She met me at the airport with my little baby girls. I mumbled something slurry like I would. As if I'd been around the world. Or just had one too many drinks.
A country torn to shreds by consolidated debt. As we watch another store close down. We cant live for four without paying the bank more. For the loans that they will not allow.
A poor man with a rich man's habit is a dead man. Like a gun is nothing until in some ones hand. A funeral is party without a corpse. And a wedding is two strangers then divorce.
I am stupid you are perfect,. I am danger you are safe,. I've been drinking from this bottle for at least a couple of days. Everytime you walk in our room angels blindly follow you.
Crack the window baby It's hot in this bedroom. It may be a little breeze out side burning up in this bedroom. And you know when I see you sweat all I can think is Boom Boom Boom Boom.
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree. And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze. The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm.
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree. And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze. The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm.
I've been laying low. Living in the shadows. Spending time alone. Conversations with the wall. . Hanging on. I'm just trying to matter. And I remain. Trying to make some sense of it all.
I was born into a simple life. Didn't take much to satisfy me. Then there came a time in autumn. I had to leave. Tried to get a job in Alabama. But the man said he didn't need no one today.
As the crow flies, baby. Well I ain't too far from you. As the crow flies, baby. Well I ain't too far from you. Yeah, but since I don't have wings. Well I can't get home as fast as I want to.
I've been laying low. Living in the shadows. Spending time alone. Conversations with the wall. Hanging on. I'm just trying to matter. And I remain. Trying to make some sense of it all.
I was walking down a dirt road. And the night was coming on fast. I had gone to for some corn meal for our supper. By the time I got to miss Johnson's house.
There's a cold wind blowing. Downtown tonight. Oh, I'm all alone. Just walking around, I don't feel right. . I'm so used to feeling warm. Having you hanging on my arm.