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 who 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' 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 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 Bot 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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