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'l 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
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 he stumbled 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' 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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