Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Mud , by - Colt Ford. Song from the album Love Hope Faith, in the genre КантриRelease date: 04.05.2017
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
I'm Mud |
| I’ve been on your daddy’s hands |
| Before I was played on |
| I’ve been in them farmlands |
| Holding up your granddaddy’s tombstone |
| I’m on trucks, I’m on boots |
| Hell, I’m probably somewhere on you |
| I’ve been spit on, cussed at |
| Kicked till I turned to dust |
| I’m mud |
| Ain’t no doubt about it, don’t you ever try to doubt it |
| I’ve been in your granny’s garden for years (I'm mud) |
| You can scream and shout until you cause a power outage |
| So let me hear it loud and now ('cause I’m mud) |
| It’s all fun and games when you hear them say my name |
| But I’m, let’s play my game (I'm mud) |
| I raise sugar cane, I’m on everything |
| Came from, listen to me |
| I’ve been on your daddy’s hands |
| Before I was played on |
| I’ve been in them farmlands |
| Holding up your granddaddy’s tombstone |
| I’m on trucks, I’m on boots |
| Hell, I’m probably somewhere on you |
| I’ve been spit on, cussed at |
| Kicked till I turned to dust |
| I’m mud |
| You slow down on top of me but I’m more than 40 grams |
| I’m more than this song, now come on (I'm mud) |
| I’m a little famous now, you hear me in every town |
| Bumping around inside them trucks (I'm mud) |
| Well let’s go back in time to a different place |
| Where I was depended on (I'm mud) |
| I built walls, houses turned into home |
| And I’ll be here where they’re gone |
| I’ve been on your daddy’s hands |
| Before I was played on |
| I’ve been in them farmlands |
| Holding up your granddaddy’s tombstone |
| I’m on trucks, I’m on boots |
| Hell, I’m probably somewhere on you |
| I’ve been spit on, cussed at |
| Kicked till I turned to dust |
| I’m mud |
| I’ve been on your daddy’s hands |
| Before I was played on |
| I’ve been in them farmlands |
| Holding up your granddaddy’s tombstone |
| I’m on trucks, I’m on boots |
| Hell, I’m probably somewhere on you |
| I’ve been spit on, cussed at |
| Kicked till I turned to dust |
| I’m mud, yeah |