| Oh lose me down in Louisiana, I’m looking for Muddy’s Gold
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| Cool that South southern wind
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| Blows so hot, summers in a stranglehold
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| Up for silver, lust for gold, We’re not going down to Mexico
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| I can hear a southbound train
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| It’s coming back gonna rock me up again
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| I’m leaving to go, just like a rolling stone
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| And baby you know I’m rollin' home
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| And a light shine on the Mississippi, it’s driving through this delta plain
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| Of lovers tales and stories that are told
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| I’m digging down to Muddy’s Gold
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| The madman and the junkies boys, are dressed up for Halloween
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| The Mardi Gras starts early here
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| We’re going home, going down to New Orleans
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| Surely there is somewhere we can feel the rhythm blow
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| I’m down and drowning in Orlean
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| Rock me back tell me Muddy’s coming here
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| I’m leaving to go, just like a rolling stone
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| And baby you know I’m rollin' home
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| And a light shine on the Mississippi, it’s driving through this delta plain
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| Of lovers tales and stories that are told
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| I’m digging down to Muddy’s Gold, Muddy’s Gold, Muddy’s Gold, Muddy’s Gold
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| Oh reinforce the armory wear Stetson’s
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| Bring a gun
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| Give me back those blues now
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| I’m losing touch burn me rising sun
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| Muddy’s Gold, Muddy’s Gold, digging down to Muddy’s Gold, digging down to
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| Muddy’s Gold |