| I hate to hear that screen door slammin'
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| Hard for me to say goodbye
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| Can’t stand to think about leavin'
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| I sure hate to see my momma cry
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| Born and raised a delta child
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| Took off runnin' and got real wild
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| Used to spend my nights down across the tracks
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| Where the whiskey was white and the blues was black
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| No matter where I’ve been or where I go
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| My heart is never far from old Muddy Springs
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| Muddy Springs Road
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| I fell in with the hoodoo man
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| He put his guitar in my hands
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| Said, «Cat you were born to play the blues
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| It’s in your blood that’s what you do»
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| Sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
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| Cotton mouth don’t think before he strikes
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| Take these memories with me when I go
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| Miss my home down Muddy Springs Road
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| Momma sittin' on the front porch swingin'
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| Sings a lonesome lullaby
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| Daddy puts his arms around her
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| Says, «Son do you have to say goodbye?»
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| You know I’ve been a lot of places
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| You know I’ve always sing the blues
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| But momma every road I travel down
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| Gonna bring me home to you
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| Sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
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| Cotton mouth don’t think before he strikes
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| Take these memories with me when I go
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| Miss my home down Muddy Springs Road
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| Sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
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| Cotton mouth don’t think before he strikes
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| Take these memories with me when I go
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| Miss my home down Muddy Springs Road |