Mud
Legendary Shack Shakers
GENRE
Well, I pulled out my blade and I laid him in the shade
I made me a grave of my own
I said oh, me
Oh my my
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Well Spoons and Johnny Crick
Are ridin' Whiskey Dick
From Maxon Mill to the county line
Past the Dixie witch
Mud yurt by a ditch
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Get on down the road, white boy
Get on down the road
There ain’t no room for you
Down the old Mud Line
Well, with burnt cork on his face
Mr Spoons takes his place
Sittin' in the back of the 209
Oh me, oh my my
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
I made me a grave of my own
I said oh, me
Oh my my
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Well Spoons and Johnny Crick
Are ridin' Whiskey Dick
From Maxon Mill to the county line
Past the Dixie witch
Mud yurt by a ditch
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
Get on down the road, white boy
Get on down the road
There ain’t no room for you
Down the old Mud Line
Well, with burnt cork on his face
Mr Spoons takes his place
Sittin' in the back of the 209
Oh me, oh my my
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
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