Mud

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain't no room for you
Down the old Mud Line
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain’t no room for you
Down the old Mud Line

[Verse 2]
Well, Spoons and Johnny Crick
They're 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

[Chorus]
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain’t no room for you
Down the old Mud Line
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain't no room for you
Down the old Mud Line

[Verse 3]
Well, with burnt cork on his face
Mr Spoons takes his place
Sittin' in the back of the 209
I say oh me, oh my my
You could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

[Chorus]
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain't no room for you
Down the old Mud Line
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
Get on down the road
There ain't no room for you
Down the old Mud Line

[Outro]
There ain't no room for you
Down the old Mud Line