Mississippi Mud

Left his home in Louisiana Headed for Nashville, Tennessee Where he plays in the bars and prays to the stars To find his melody He spends all those nights under the neon lights Trying to chase a dream Where he tries to be heard singing someone else's words But theres more to him than what it seems See he's always been pretty good with a pen And he wears his heart on his sleeve So put him under the lights with a pic and a mic And he'll make you believe Cause he aint no cowboy No he don't try to play the part He's just a southern boy who likes making noise And he sings straight from his heart He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods Yea he's usually a simple man But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain With a six string in his hand He was always told he was chasing fools gold You'll never make it anyway And even though he tried, the passion inside Just wouldn't go away So I guess you can blame that rhythm in his veins It was too hard to ignore And he's known all along right where he belongs And he can't fight it anymore Cause he aint no cowboy No he don't try to play the part He's just a southern boy who likes making noise And he sings straight from his heart He was raised on the mud from the Mississippi floods Yea he's usually a simple man But you'll know his name, he'll make you feel his pain With a six string in his hand No he ain't here to claim the money or the fame Yea he's got a much bigger goal To take his love and his hurt and pour it in a verse That you feel deep in your soul No he ain't no cowboy But he won't apologize For his jeans or his boots or his deep southern roots Or the fire in his eyes Got that Mississippi Mud, running through his blood And he's never been ashamed And he ain't backing down Or leaving this town Til they all know his name