Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

This is a song about all the Tomcats roaming the world. They know who they are, and so do you. They're Tomcats! No more, no less!

Lyrics

There's a Tomcat a' tommin' in the middle of the night

Howlin' for the lover he can't find

He's a' itchin' and a' twitchin' with a lousy disposition

He's just lookin' for a fight

 

Chorus:

He's a Tomcat tommin',

Tomcat tommin',

He's a Tomcat tommin' around

Tomcat tommin',

Tomcat tommin',

He's a Tomcat tommin' around

 

He's a single minded feline when he's runnin' through the alley

Lookin' for a lover on the loose

You can see him in the street light you can see him in the shadows

He's out spreadin' the news

Chorus:

 

He's a lookin' for a pussycat with no affiliation

He can win her with his charmin' Tomcat ways

He's a natural provider of awesome titillation

He's the king of all strays

Chorus:

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

For the person who's always moving, the idea of being put in a hole, forever, just doesn't sit well.

Lyrics

In the ground there's a hole

For me to lie

Don't bury me there when I die

Just scatter my ashes

To the seven seas

So I can go anywhere I please

I'm a travelin' man

I'm a travelin' man

 

I was born with my feet

Strapped in my shoes

I was walkin' down the road

From the time I was two

There ain't nothin' sweeter

Than the sight of a road

Take me anywhere

I want to go

I'm a travelin' man

I'm a travelin' man

 

CHORUS:

I'm a travelin' man I ain't goin' nowhere

My life is ahead of me

Somewhere out there

I'm a'goin' down the road

I'm a'singin' a song

Blink your eyes honey

I'll be gone

I'm a travelin' man

I'm a travelin' man

 

I've left a lot of people

In this world behind

They learn pretty quick

I ain't the stayin' kind

I've got an itch in my feet

And a hole in my soul

The only way to fix it

Is to get up and go

I'm a travelin' man

I'm a travelin' man

CHORUS:

 

In the ground there's a hole For me to lie

Don't bury me there When I die

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

This is a true story about my great, great, great uncle, Buck Stone, from Port St. Joe, Florida back in the 1850's. Northwest Florida was the wild west and we had our share of "cracker cowboys", shoot-outs and characters.

Lyrics

Buck Stone shot Whaley in the middle of the chest

Laid him out in the streets of old St. Joe

He went up to his brother, who was the high sheriff

Said brother, I know I've got to go

I'm goin' to Texas

I'm goin to Texas

 

Chorus:

I'm headed out to Texas

Set out on my own

I leave behind my family and my home

I shot the bully Whaley in a fair fight

But in the eyes of a lawman that don't make it right

I'm goin' to Texas

I'm goin' to Texas

 

He saddled up his horse and he headed to the west

Half the town was ridin' by his side

When he got to Mobile

He told them all goodbye

Said, when I get to Texas I'll send for my wife

I'm goin' to Texas I

'm goin' to Texas

Chorus:

 

There's a thousand miles of wilderness between Buck and his home

In the land where gators crawl and panthers cry

He settled down in Texas

He sent for his wife

But in giving birth to their child, she had died

Not goin' to Texas

Not goin' to Texas

Chorus: repeat last line 3 times

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

I wrote the first verse and chorus to this song many, many years ago; but it was only last year, sitting in a house in the West of Ireland, watching a cold rain beat at the glass, that I finally found the simple words for the final farewell to my daddy.

Lyrics

When in my dreams I think back to my daddy

I see just a smile And two hard working hands

His tools piled in the Model-A

He'd laugh and tell us all, "Someday

We'll have the time to sit back

We'll have a way to get back

To a place where we can just

Enjoy the land"

 

So we'd pack up

And away we'd go

To a place we'd never been before

Looking for a vision

Only daddy knew

We'd settle down

And make a home

He'd work his fingers

To the bone

But we'd always leave

Within a year or two

 

But who knows what kind of dreams daddy had?

What were the visions he kept locked within his mind

As he took us everywhere

Trying to catch up To the Good Life

Even though he always stayed

One step behind

 

I was still a boy when the doctor

Came into the room to say "he's gone"

Could not believe my daddy died

There was no time to say goodbye

And I reckoned It was time

That he'd moved on

 

'Cause who knows what kind of dreams Daddy had?

What were the visions He kept locked within his mind

As he took us everywhere

Tryin' to catch up to the Good Life

Even though he always stayed

One step behind

Yeah, Daddy always stayed one step behind

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

Once, when I was hitchhiking through Oklahoma on the way to Florida, I stood for hours beside an empty two-lane road in that beautiful state watching freight trains racing along one after the other in the valley below. I caught a ride, though I've always wished I had the nerve to run down to the tracks and hop a train.

Lyrics

I'll say goodbye

To you, Old Oklahoma

I can't say you didn't treat me well

But I was born and raised

Beside a man-made river

Of cold steel and cross-ties

And there in love I fell

With a lady on the move

Each night I heard her calling

And Sweet Oklahoma

I'm sure you know the rest

She moves too fast

And there's times

She treats me poorly

But the purring of her engine

Is the sound I love the best

 

So run, run my darlin'

On through another city

Hurry sweet freight train

On through another town

Don't give me the time

To find another lover

'Cause sure as I'm living

I'll die if I slow down

 

Oh, Oklahoma,

Some times I want to see you

I Ihink of the times

When it was just me and you

But you killed my daddy

Because he wouldn't leave you

And I know if I stayed there

You'd want my body, too

 

So run, run my darlin'

On through another city

Hurry sweet freight train

On through another town

Don't give me the time

To find another lover

'Cause sure as I'm living

I''ll die if I slow down

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

The river is the lifeblood of the people. Tourists may go to the beaches but the natives go to the river. Family gatherings, baptisms and Folk Festivals all happen at the river.

Lyrics

Chorus:

Don't you want to go down to the river

Don't you want to see all the people there

Don't you want to hear all the children laughing

Don't you want to go

Don't you want to go

 

I can see the trees risin' up around me

I can hear the voices fill the air

I can see all the smilin' faces

Don't you want to go

Don't you want to go

Chorus:

 

I can feel the peace risin' up inside me

I can feel the hope risin' in my soul

I can feel their arms around my shoulders

Don't you want to go

Don't you want to go

Chorus:

 

I can hear the music fill the forest

I can hear the voices full of joy

I can hear the harmony and freedom

Don't you want to go

Don't you want to go

Chorus:

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

My daddy died young, so I thought I would, too. Life's full of surprises.

Lyrics

I once thought I would burn like a rocket

Like a comet I'd be here, then I'd be gone

All alone without a penny In my pocket

Young and wild on the road all alone

 

But there's still too much

Good whiskey in the bottle

And so many songs I haven't sung

So I've got this old truck

Going full throttle

Now that I'm too old

To die young

 

There's nothing wrong With being twenty and skinny

Looking good Without a damned thing to say

But what ever your size is

Life's full of surprises

Even when you're getting wide and getting grey

 

'Cause there's still too much good whiskey in the bottle

And so many songs I haven't sung

So I've got this old truck going full throttle

Now that I'm too old

To die young

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

I spent several years working at a small sawmill, catching cypress as it came off the saw blade. We got five minutes in the morning and five more in the afternoon as a break. That cold water and biscuit sure tasted good.

Lyrics

Early in the morning

It's already time to get up

You grab yourself a biscuit

And you get out in the yard

Early in the afternoon

You get a drink of water

Then it's back in the field

And it's back behind the plow

 

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday

I will be here

Trying to make a living

On this sandy piece of land

Praying for the sun and rain

And praying for the weekend

Hanging on to what I've got

And doing all I can

 

But I'm living for the weekend

Living for the weekend

I can't wait 'til it's Friday night

I'll get myself a woman

And a big old glass of whiskey

And I will be dancing

'Til the morning light

 

Saturday and Sunday

Creep by like a bandit

The man on the news

Said everything'll be alright

'Long as we keep working

And spending all our money

Be careful not to talk back

And don't you ever fight

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

It's just a song about playing with someone you like/love. Just for fun!

Lyrics

Just a little bit high, a little bit low

A little bit fast, a little bit slow

Gotta get it right or you gotta go

Baby tonight, baby tonight

 

A little bit of me, a little bit of you

Just a little bit happy, a little bit blue

Just a little bit false, a little bit true

Baby tonight, baby tonight

 

Chorus:

I don't want to stay, if you've gotta go

I don't want to say it if you already know

Baby you know I'm crazy for you

But you ain't gonna make me blue

 

Gotta a little bit of whiskey on my tongue

You're a little bit old, I'm a little bit young

But we're gonna have us a lot of fun

Baby tonight, baby tonight

 

Got a little bit smile, a little bitty frown

Gonna take you playin' out on the town

Gonna turn your world upside down

Baby tonight, baby tonight

Chorus:

 

Got a little bit of love, but I ain't got money

I just want you to be my honey

I want to play with you all night long

Baby tonight, baby tonight

 

Just a little fast a little bit slow

A little bit high, a little bit low

Gotta get it right or you've gotta go

Baby tonight, baby tonight

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

I have this memory of Jackie Kennedy, dressed in pink, riding in that convertible through Dallas. The rest came from that....Martin Luther King, the Kinshasa Highway where AIDS leapt from one species to another....all the TV preachers yelling and waving the flag, all of that. Martin Lee Anderson, 14 years old, was beaten down by seven full-grown officers at a youth boot camp in Bay County, Florida, and when he died, the medical examiner found his death had been caused by sickle cell trait. Mercy.

Lyrics

Jackie wore a pink pill box

And she smiled in the Texas sun

She watched As her man got killed

By strangers with guns

And she cried Mercy

Oh, mercy

 

Martin was a preacher

He saw the Promised Land

But like Moses in the bible

It stayed just out of the reach

Of his dying hands

And he cried mercy

The world cried mercy

Far from Birmingham

Mercy

 

On the long Kinshasa Highway

Death came with a kiss

It wrapped its wings

Around the world 'said,

'Are you ready for this?

It's the end of mercy

There is no mercy'

 

Preachers screaming hate

From the pulpit

Waving flags of war

It makes you wonder

What Jesus died for

If not for mercy

Where is mercy?

 

Martin Lee was 14 years

When they dragged him into Hell

We saw grown men

Beat him down

Then they said he died From sickle cell

Mercy

Lord, have mercy

 

Here we are standing

On the brink

While the world

Goes up in flames

Little children

With their heads bowed down

Playing video games

They've never seen mercy

They don't know mercy

 

You can't order it online

You can't get it at the store

You can't even use it

If you don't know what it's for

It's mercy

Oh, mercy

 

Jackie wore a pink pill box

And she smiled In the Texas sun

Mercy

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

I come from a long line of drunks. I can't say what drives them to drink, but it's an awful thing to see it happen to people you love.

Lyrics

Oh, lord, I'm a drunk

Have pity on me

I'm a terrible sight

For others to see

I bought me a bottle

And I crawled right in

And I ain't ever

Comin' out again

 

CHORUS:

I drank up my home

I drank up my wife

I drank up my kids

I drank up my life

I live at the bottom

Of a bottle, you see

Oh, lord, I'm a drunk

Have pity on me

 

I can't even remember

My other life

At home with my children

Making love to my wife

I lived in a neighborhood

I had a career

But I gave in to the bottle

I gave in to the fear

CHORUS:

 

I sleep on the streets

Wherever I can

I'm not a human

I'm not a man

I'm just a byproduct

Of a distillery

Oh, lord, I'm a drunk

Have pity on me

CHORUS:

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

Finished work for the day, knocked back a couple of Tylenol with a bottle of Bushmills. A song was born.

Lyrics

Children born with a silver spoon

Come into this world

Through a private room

All the others take a breath

And then they cry

'Cause they know they'll be working

'Til the day they die

 

It didn't take me long

To see the plan

I was born with my hammer

In my hand

Working the line

In the Southern sun

'Better not stop

'Til the work is done

 

But I can stand straight

I can stand tall

I might bend

But I won't fall

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

 

Some are born with gold

Some get the call

They go through life

They never work at all

Politicians and preachers

I say 'damn 'em all'

Still washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

 

But I will stand straight

I will stand tall

I might bend

But I will never fall

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Maggie McKinney

Story

When I was little, all I ever wanted, was to have a horse and sing. My horse was my pal, just like all the old westerns that I loved. My friendships, like my horse used to be, are what I count on to keep me on a straight path. I hope I can always return the favor.

Lyrics

When you feel your heart drowning in sadness

And the tears fall from your eyes unrestrained

I will be there to give you comfort

I will never fail or hesitate

 

Chorus:

So you should never be afraid to ride the pony

For the pony will always take you home

It may take awhile and many roads to get there

Just remember, you never ride alone

 

Friendship is like the faithful pony

Waiting patiently beside the gate

He will be there for you when you are lonely

And he'll always help you find your way

Chorus:

 

There were times when I felt alone and friendless

And afraid to take a helping hand

But your love for me was patient and endless

And you gave me strong shoulders to lean on

Chorus: twice

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