Muddy Water - Lucette

Voices come in the eye of the storm about 16 years along

Put in the barrell but I wasn’t armed

Mama had the loaded gun

Mama had the loaded gun

I’ve got a trouble in my hand and heaven pray

Clingin to the life stood by Haunted by the memory of his dying day that echos on the mountain side

It echos on the mountain side

I wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Mama in a town at the edge of the line and as (?) dwells under her shoes

Cryin for the wrath of my fathers pride hopin that he better leave soon

Hopin that he better leave soon

I wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

Wash my hands in muddy water

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