Lucky Mud
2013-09-20
Mike and Maggie McKinney

Lyrics

That's pride you see in the boxer's eyes
Kneeling on the mat

He knows that he's been beaten

But he's not finished, yet

'Cause quittin's worse than spittin' blood

And livin' with the hurt

And every memory that he has

Is of the rising From the dirt

 

Sometimes, pride is all you have

And that can be enough

'Cause pride will push you to the edge

And it will make you tough

Money buys the best of things

You will never know defeat

And you can watch that boxer

Safe there in your front row seat

 

CH:

Rich boys go to college

Poor boys go to work

They sweat and toil their lives away

Never far above that dirt

Rich men live in gated homes

And they hide behind their walls

But they'll never know how sweet the pride

That goes before the fall

 

Pride goes before the fall, they say

And God will help the poor

But ask for proof of either one

And they'll be out the door

'Cause camels pass through needles' eyes

And rich men own the world

And poor men work themselves to death

Still believing in the Lord repeat

 

CH:

 

Pride goes before the fall

And God will surely help the poor

Rich men own the world

The poor don't even own the dirt

But quittin's worse than spittin' blood

And livin' with the hurt

And every memory that you have

Is of the rising from that dirt

 

Rich men live in gated homes

And they hide behind their walls

But they will never know how sweet the pride

That goes before the fall

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

I was raised in the church (though I no longer believe in organized religion), and was told the best way to lead was by example. I see a lot of people calling themselves Christians, but I don't see a lot of people who act like it. You've got to walk the walk. We call this cut the Relentless Street Corner Choir. You can almost hear the tambourine...the shuffle of feet.

Lyrics

When you walk with God

Talk don't mean a thing

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

You can build a bigger church

But that won't feed the hungry

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

 

Talk won't house the homeless

Talk won't help the poor

Talk won't feed the hungry

Who are standin' at your door

 

You gotta walk the walk

Walk the walk

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

 

You know that heaven's waitin' there

Don't stand on the corner sayin' prayers

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

You keep your hand on your gold

While children suffer in the cold

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

 

Talk won't house the homeless

Talk won't help the poor

Talk won't feed the hungry

Who are standin' at your door

 

You gotta walk the walk

Walk the walk

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

You gotta show you know the right thing to do

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

When I was a young girl my family would drive to The Dozier School for Boys in Marianna, Florida, to see the Christmas lights strung along the 1400 acres of the school grounds. It was a place for troubled young boys, run by the state. This last Christmas season, word finally came out about so many of those boys being tortured and murdered, then buried without paperwork in an area behind the torture chamber. The chamber was called "the White House," and the burial ground was "Boot Hill." I felt, somehow, that we were complicit. We should've known. Now, after so many years, these bodies are being exhumed after a long fight with authorities. I hope they will be returned to their families....their homes

Lyrics

*Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm dead and buried

My spirit has been carried away

Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

 

Who will put flowers on my grave

Who will put flowers on my grave

When my body is covered

In green grass and clover

Who will put flowers on my grave

Who will put flowers on my grave

 

Who will carve my name in stone

Wwho will carve my name in stone

With no headstone above me

Who will ever know me

Who will carve my name in stone Who will carve my name in stone

 

The trees will whisper out my name

The trees will whisper out my name

In the dark of the night

Those who did this to me Will fall down and cry out in shame

Fall down and cry out in shame

 

Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone

 

*repeat chorus

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

It's a way of growing up in the South....maybe anywhere you live with low expectations.

Lyrics

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy, shut your mouth

take a back seat you're from the south

close your eyes don't say a word

don't give a damn what you just heard

pick up your gun head for the woods

some of them boys up to no good

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

got mama in the kitchen with her hands in the sink

she ain't sayin' what she thinks

watchin' them boys just cuttin' the fool

she wasn't born with a silver spoon

drinkin and fightin is a way of life

she ain't ever questioned why I said

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

he grew up mean in a tumbledown shack

he get away he ain't comin' back

bein' different will get you killed

passin' for stupid is a useful skill

got big dreams he ain't told no one

always starin' down the barrel of a gun I said

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

Sit down boy shut your mouth

take a backseat you're from the south

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

sit down boy

sit down boy

sit down boy take a little rest

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

A fun song to sing. You're not foolin' me.

Lyrics

I got two feet

I got two hands

I got these two eyes

I can see what you've been doin'

I ain't buyin' your lies

 

*I got two feet to walk away

I got two hands to wave goodbye

I got two eyes to see the future

Neither one of them will cry

 

I could see you were nothin' but trouble

the very first time we met

I been keepin' my eye on you

I ain't been wrong yet

 

*I got two feet to walk away

I got two hands to wave goodbye

I got two eyes to see the future

Neither one of them will cry

 

I got sense enough to question

Everything you say

I can see you're headed for disaster

And I'm gettin' out of your way

 

*I got two feet to walk away

I got two hands to wave goodbye

I got two eyes to see the future

Neither one of them will cry

 

I got two feet

I got two hands

I got these two eyes

I can see what you've been doin'

I ain't buyin' your lies

I ain't buyin' your lies

No I ain't buyin' your lies

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

Sometimes a song just pushes its way into the world, like this one did. A dark of the night song.

Lyrics

I was walkin' alongmindin' my affairs

When sump'n jumped out and slapped me in the head

Now I can't walk and I can't breathe

Sump'n got a hold on me

Sump'n got a hold on me

 

My hands are shaky I got sweaty feet

My nails are black and my eyes are green

I got a purple fuzz growin' on my teeth

Sump'n got a hold on me

Sump'n got a hold on me

 

I got Juju beads i got a black cat's bones

Marie Laveaux lives just next door

I got Hoodoo powder sprinkled on my floor

Sump'n got a hold on me

Sump'n got a hold on me

 

I was walkin' along mindin' my affairs

When sump'n jumped out and slapped me in the head

Now I can't walk and I can't breathe

Sump'n got a hold on me

Sump'n got a hold on me

Lucky Mud
2013-09-20
Maggie McKinney

Story

I just liked that name, so I wrote a song about Jessamine.

Lyrics

CH: Jessamine, Jessamine

I'd wrap around you like a clingin' vine

I want to take you home tonight

Jessamine, Jessamine

 

Dark hair and a pair of tight jeans

You're the finest thing

That I've ever seen

Come struttin' right out of my dreams

Jessamine, Jessamine

 

Oh, I can love you like nobody can

If you'll just stretch out and take my hand

I'll take you up to the Promised Land

Jessamine, Jessamine repeat

 

CH:

Now, don't just turn around and walk away

Like you don't hear a single word I say

You're like a toy and I want to play

With Jessamine, Jessamine

 

repeat CH:

Lucky Mud
2013-09-20
Mike McKinney

Lyrics

My friend Dale said he's part Indian

And I've got an old Brahma bull that looks a little like a buffalo

If I could just find a pretty girl that likes to ride bareback

I think I'd start my own Wild West Show

 

And I can almost hear the crowd

On their feet, cheering

As she leans down from that galloping horse

And plucks a red rose from the dusty ground

As the spotlight, bright-white

Shines down on her long blond hair

She'll live in the dreams

Of all the rodeo clowns

 

And before that, I'd ride out on a big old Appaloosa

And wave my hat around in the air

And I'd shout through a megaphone

And you'd hear a hush

Whispered through the crowd

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" (I'd say)

"Now, it's time for the star of our show

The beautiful Maggie And her strawberry roan!"

 

Then she'd ride and the crowd would cheer

Then we'd have a covered wagon race

And she'd come back with me

To the motor home

 

And she wouldn't even mind

That we just barely broke even

And we're probably gonna have to sell that chuckwagon, too

 

And Pete...the sharp shooter?

He's been missing a lot lately

But he has everything he owns tied up in those guns

And that big wheel That Wanda spins around on

I'm just afraid he might hurt her someday

Without meaning to

 

And I'm pretty sure I could get rid of everything

Except for Maggie and her horse

People would come just to watch her ride

I could probably even sell that big Appaloosa

(but I'd keep the hat)

And I would be happy

With just Maggie at my side

 

And in my dreams I can almost hear the crowd

On their feet, cheering

As she leans down from that Galloping horse

And plucks the red rose I threw

Picks it up from the dusty ground

As the spotlight, bright-white

Shines down on her long blond hair

She lives in my dreams

And in the dreams of all the rodeo clowns

 

But my lunch break's over

Time to punch the clock and go

Back to another day at this boring old job

Working, and dreaming about

Having my own Wild West Show

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

A simple love song for Michael. We've been together a very long time and this is for him.

Lyrics

If I had a million hours, what would I do

What would I do

I would spend them all with you

I would spend them all with you

 

If i had a million kisses what would I do

What would I do

I would shower them on you

I would shower them on you

 

If I had a million flowers what would I do

What would I do

I would make a bed for you

A bed of flowers just for you

 

*You are the one I run to

You are the one I love

I'd do anything for you

I would do anything for you

 

If I had a million stars what would I do

What would I do

I would make a crown for you

A crown of twinkling stars for you

 

If there were a million miles between me and you

What would I do

I would come home to you

I would run all the way to you

I would come home to you

 

*You are the one I run to

You are the one I love

I'd do anything for you

I would do anything for you

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

We were driving across the New Mexico desert not long ago and I saw, painted in big letters across the side of an adobe structure, WATER IS LIFE. It made me think....even here in Florida where water has always seemed so abundant, we're facing shortages. We watch the awesome Apalachicola river shrink as its water is being diverted by giant cities upstream. It could be anywhere, now. Water is Life.

Lyrics

Deep in the swamps

The cypress trees

Stand in the water up to their knees

Water is life

Water is life

 

To the mighty oak

The willow tree

Palmetto palm And the tiniest seed

Water is life

Water is life

 

*Across the land

Down to the sea

It's part of you, it's part of me

Without that water

All life would cease

Water is life

Water is life

 

The river runs

The river flows

It carries life where ever it goes

Water is life

Water is life

 

The Apalach

Is a mighty river

It's not just beautiful

It's a life giver

Water is life

Water is life

 

It takes the earth

It takes the sun

It takes the rain to keep this world runnin'

Water is life

Water is life

 

*Across the land

Down to the sea

It's part of you, it's part of me

Without that water

All life would cease

Water is life

Water is life

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Mike McKinney

Story

Last year, after a heart attack, I fell into my first, and hopefully last depression. Just home from a great 4500 mile tour and it was like I had been unplugged. Maggie kept asking what was wrong, and I kept saying, "I don't know....it's like I'm waiting for something to happen." That something was a dream, and the dream brought me out of that depression after a three month gap of time. During that time everything in the house, it seemed, had broken. The song came out as more of a confession to myself, but then a tune reluctantly arrived.

Lyrics

I've left a pathway through each room

The coffee pot still works

The clothes, all clean and folded

Except for that dirty shirt

And pants I've worn since God knows when

Since last I shaved, I guess

I'd have some friends for dinner

But this house is such a mess

 

A season like I've never seen

Has passed behind me now

It left so many broken things

And I really don't know how

I'll straighten all I've pushed aside

I can't remember when

But now it's time to find my pride

And make them work again

 

*To fix this house of broken things

To remember what I've loved

And hold them to me tenderly

I could never do enough

So, time to straighten

Time to clean

And put this season past

Open windows, sweep the floors

Clean the counters, open doors

Alive again at last

 

It's been a house of broken things

Of darkness without light

I turned my back upon the day

Closed my eyes and cursed the light

And it's funny how the world went on

Without me being there

It's time to get back in it, now

Time for me to care

 

About this house of broken things

To remember what I've loved

And hold them to me tenderly

I could never do enough

So, time to straighten

Time to clean

And put this season past

Open windows, sweep the floors

Clean the counters, open doors

Make it like it was before

This house of broken things

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Maggie McKinney

Story

I'm gonna try. Never give up.

Lyrics

I may not see the light of day, but I'm gonna try

I'm gonna try

I may not see the light of day, but I'm gonna try

I may not see the light of day

But I ain't lettin' nothin' get in my way

I may not see the light of day, but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

 

I may not be the brightest star, but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

I may not be the brightest star, but I'm gonna try

I may not be the brightest star

But I'm gonna shine on through the dark

I may not be the brightest star, but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

 

I may not make it through this dark night but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

I may not make it through this dark night but I'm gonna try

i may not make it through this dark night

but I'm gonna put up one hell of a fight

I may not make it through this dark night but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

 

I may not set my feet on the right path but I'm gonna try,

Oh, I'm gonna try

I may not set my feet on the right path but I'm gonna try

I make not set my feet on the right path

But I'm gonna do the best I can

I may not set my feet on the right path but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

 

I may not set the world on fire, but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

I may not set the world on fire but I'm gonna try

I may not set the world on fire

But I'll hold my torch just a little higher

I may not set the world on fire but I'm gonna try

Oh, I'm gonna try

Lucky Mud
2013-12-11
Mike McKinney

Story

Somebody had to tell the story of what Santa does after the job is done.

Lyrics

Santa's headed home

In his empty sleigh

Now his job is done

It's goodbye, Christmas day

But oh, so far below

Families awake

They gather 'round the tree

What a joyful sound they make

They'll be singing happy songs

All across the town

Saying, "How I wish we could keep

That old man around"

 

But Santa's headed home

To a place so far away

Now his gig is done

And it's so long, Christmas day

He'll be back at work

But that's another day

Now he's headed home

It's Santa's time to play

He'll hang his stockings at the door

Have cocktails by the fire

In the arms of Mrs. Claus

Until they both retire

 

Now, Santa's headed home

Santa's headed home

 

Santa's headed home

In his empty sleigh

Now his job is done

It's goodbye, Christmas day

Santa's headed home

Santa's headed home

Santa's headed home

To stay

(ho ho ho)

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