Muddy Water By Trace Adkins
Eighteen wheeler droped me off at that city limit sign, sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes.
It's a long way from where I've been, back to my hometown, but there's a man in me I need to drown.
Baptise me, in that muddy water,
Wash me clean, in amazing grace,
I ain't been living, like I oughta,
Baptise me in that muddy water.
Made my way to the church at the end of the dirt road,
Draging what was left of my soul,
I can see the Saints out back on the riverbank,
And I could hear forgiveness calling out my name.
Baptise me, in that muddy water,
Wash me clean in amazing grace,
I ain't been living like I oughta,
So, Baptise me, in that muddy water, yea.
Baptise me, in that muddy water,
Wash me clean in amazing grace,
I ain't been living like I oughta, no
Baptise me, in that muddy water.
Baptise meeeee, in that muddy water,
Yea, wash me clean, in that muddy water,
oh lord, in that muddy water,
Baptise me.
