Tennessee Mud Songtext
von Trigger Hippy

Lights out, lines down, water on the rise
Ain′t been dry in I don't remember
Swimming in trouble straight up to my eyes
No sign of mercy from this biblical weather

Cocaine talkers and workout walkers
And everybody wearing those hip wade boots
Dog is a-moaning, mama keeps a-phonin′
Wind blew a sycamore up by the roots

Tell you what's sweeter than wine and it's thicker than blood
Oh there ain′t nothin′ left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud


Axes grinding, the chainsaws whining
The cherry pickers blocking the road
All of our possessions pulled from the wreckage
Feel like I'm about to explode

Tell you what′s sweeter than wine and it's thicker than blood
Oh there ain′t nothin' left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud
Oh one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood
Oh there ain′t nothin' left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud

They say misfortune favours those who walk the land
With two strong hands

I'm going to float away on a shotgun double
Take you up onto the roof
Some people just know how to bring it on home
Baby I′m living proof


Tell you what′s sweeter than wine and it's thicker than blood
Oh there ain′t nothin' left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud
Oh one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood
Oh there ain′t nothin' left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud