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Oh Lord won't you let me stay in the place where I was born?
D
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
G E
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer genuine son of the south
G D D
And the water's high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down
E G
Daddy owed the banker man
E G
So we was drowning before the flood
E G
That river washed us all away
E G
Left us right here in the mud
D G D G
Yeah in the mud
D G D D
We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879
D G D G
Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by
D
We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the G
storm
D
How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the
corn?
E G
Ain't no man gonna take it away
E G
'Cause it's deep down in my blood
E G
Step across that old property line
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And you'll die
G
Right here in the mud
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G
Yeah in the mud
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[Verse]
D E
Who's this creeping through the sticks
G E
Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six
D E
A couple city guys with suits and ties
G
Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes
D E
I got no place to go and no place to run
G
Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun
D E
Step across that line I'm gonna tell you son
G D G D
We're all gonna die right here in the mud
G D G D G
Yeah in the mud
[Outro]
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