Tennessee Mud - Trigger Hippy

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