Lyrics
the cherrypicker s blocking the road
Take you up onto the roof, some people just know how to bring it on home
There ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud, tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
Take you up onto the roof, ain t been dry in i don t remember
Axes grindin, wind pulled the sycamore up by the roots, no sign of mercy from this really cold weather
all of our possessions pulled from the wreckage
Axes grindin, there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud
Dog is a-moanin, tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood Mud, i m gonna float away on a shotgun double
cocaine talkers and workout walkers
tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
The toppled down trees in the flood, dog is a-moanin, i m gonna float away on a shotgun double
Oh one hell of a season, all of our possessions pulled from the wreckage, they say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands
No sign of mercy from this really cold weather, there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud, the toppled down trees in the flood
Momma keeps a-phonin, the chainsaw s whinin
Baby i m living proof, i m gonna float away on a shotgun double
Feel like i m about to explode, baby i m living proof
there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud
Swimming in trouble straight up to my eyes, they say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands
momma keeps a-phonin
Tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood, feel like i m about to explode
The toppled down trees in the flood, the chainsaw s whinin, oh one hell of a season
They say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands, tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood, momma keeps a-phonin
they say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands
and everybody wearing those hip wade boots
ain t been dry in i don t remember
there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud
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 Hippy, i m gonna float away on a shotgun double
There ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud, oh one hell of a season
Water on the rise, all of our possessions pulled from the wreckage
Ain t been dry in i don t remember, and everybody wearing those hip wade boots, they say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands
cocaine talkers and workout walkers
Axes grindin, there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud
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, they say misfortune favors those who work the land with two strong hands, i m gonna float away on a shotgun double
There ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud, tell you what s sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood Mud, all of our possessions pulled from the wreckage
swimming in trouble straight up to my eyes
take you up onto the roof
there ain t nothing left to do but roll around in the tennessee mud