Whiskey Myers Mud Lyrics

Oh Lord wont you let me stay in the place where I was born
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer, genuine son of the south
And the water's high and the bills are too and levy's tumbling down

Daddy owed the banker man
We were drowning before the flood
That river washed us all away
Left us right here in the mud, Yeah in the mud

We built this house up on the Mississippi back in 1879
Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
We just some good old country folk's
Just trying to weather the storm
How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the corn Ain't no man gonna take it away
Cause it's deep down in my blood
Step across that ol' property line
And you'll die, right here in the mud, yeah in the mud

Who's this creepin' through the sticks
Let me talk at 'em with my 30 aught six
A couple city guys with suits and ties
Bet they can't feel this cross hair right between their eyes
I got no place to go and no place to run
Just a dirt farmer boy with his Granddaddy's gun
So step across that line, I'm gonna tell you son
We all gonna die right here in the mud, Yeah in the mud