Tennessee Mud

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 really cold weather Cocaine talkers and workout walkers And everybody wearing those hip wade boots Dog is a-moanin', momma keeps a-phonin' Wind pulled the sycamore up by the roots Tell you what's sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud Axes grindin', the chainsaw's whinin' The cherrypicker's 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 is thicker than blood There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud Oh, one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud They say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands I'm gonna 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 is thicker than blood There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud Oh, one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud