Trigger Hippy - Tennessee Mud Lyrics

Lights out, lines down, water on the rise
Ain't been dry in I don't remember
Swimming in trouble straight up to my eyes
No sign of mercy from this really cold weather

Cocaine talkers and workout walkers
And everybody wearing those hip wade boots
Dog is a-moanin', momma keeps a-phonin'
Wind pulled the sycamore up by the roots

Tell you what's sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud

Axes grindin', the chainsaw's whinin'
The cherrypicker's blocking the road
All of our possessions pulled from the wreckage
Feel like I'm about to explode

Tell you what's sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud
Oh, one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud

They say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands

I'm gonna float away on a shotgun double
Take you up onto the roof
Some people just know how to bring it on home
Baby I'm living proof

Tell you what's sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud
Oh, one hell of a season, the toppled down trees in the flood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in the Tennessee mud