Lucky Mud
2010-03-05
Maggie McKinney

Story

I had a horse when I was a girl, and he was my best friend. After I wrote this, I started thinking of all those great Western movies where the horse came back to save the cowboy. That was my horse, Cocoa.

Lyrics

We'll go out dancin' in the moonlight Underneath the stars Swayin' and a swingin' In the headlights of the cars It's another night together Alone just you and me We're dancin' in the moonlight Waltzin' tree to tree (chorus) The crickets and the tree frogs Singin' out a tune Underneath the Florida Moon The smell of Jasmine in the air You'll kick off your shoes Dancin' in the moonlight What have we got to lose We're swingin' and a swayin' There's no music here Just the sounds of the night time Singin' in our ear (chorus) Got a natural sense of rythm That's all you've got to have When you're dancin' in the moonlight With the one you love The owl's a hoota' hootin' The gator gives a groan That's all you really need To make a night time song (chorus) © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

This is my song for the long line of developers that haunt this state. From Andrew Jackson until today, Florida has been captured and sold. Slow Duck Pie is just a reminder that "Old alligator's gonna have his day."

Lyrics

Three ducks swimming Two ducks fly Alligator eating A slow duck pie Three ducks land But don't leave together Gator picks his teeth With a slow duck feather So build your condos Build them high Eat the land Hide the sky Big wind coming Blow it all away Old alligator Gonna have his day You set the poor Against the poor You take it all You still want more You build gated cities With pretty names But you can't stop The hurricanes So cut the trees Clear the land Make your laws Take your stand Big wind coming Blow it all away Miccosukee Get it back someday © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Maggie McKinney

Lyrics

Big fish eat the little fish The little fish eat the minnow The minnow he ain't thinkin' 'bout that He just keep on swimmin' The Big Fish think he rules the world But he gonna get caught someday Somebody's gonna eat that big ol' fish While the little minnow swim away The big money man eat the little money man And the little money man Eat me I ain't got no money man Watchin' out for me The big money man get what he want Any time he say But the no money man gonna rise on up And eat the big money man someday The big dog chase the little dog The little dog chase the cat The little dog gonna get hurt either way But he don't think about that The big dog strut around the yard Like he swingin' the world by its tail But he wear a collar and a leash and a chain And he live in a chain link jail © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

It's some of the many joys of living in the Florida Panhandle.

Lyrics

I've got a sandy white yard Where nothing ever grows But the loblolly pines And a stand of palmetto Got a 64 red and white Half-ton Ford truck I had an El-Camino But the bank made me give it up I could move to the city But it wouldn't hold a candle To the backwater bayou North Florida Panhandle Walking on the creek bank Looking for a fishing hole A #8 bream hook A cork and a cane pole Back in the tall grass The moccasin and alligator Little country church Singing praise to the Creator Well, there ain't a lot to do But there ain't a lot of scandal In the backwater bayou North Florida Panhandle I've got a little lady Come to see me every day Rowing in a fishing boat And laughing all the way She bringhs me what I need And you ought'a see her smile Looking every bit Like Cleopatra on the Nile She's got long hair Bikini top Dungarees and sandals Backwater Bayou North Florida Panhandle © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Maggie McKinney

Story

Maggie's family have been cattlemen in Florida for over 200 years, and this song is for them. When cattlemen call their cattle, many use a type of yodel - something that carries across vast and open land. You'll hear this in the song as well. This is for the centuries of hard-working, decent men and women who make their living off cattle, and off the land.

Lyrics

I'm a West Florida wrangler And I live on a ranch I come from a long line Of Cracker cowhands My life's in the saddle With my dog at my side We run the cattle, patch fences And keep our eyes on the sky There's a storm up there brewin' It rolls out of the Gulf It meets the hot air from over The land where we work The livestock will stand it 'Til the lightnin' gets bad Then they'll take off and run Down into the Swamp (yodel) I'm a Cracker cowboy That's all that I know I live on the Florida Gulf Coast I love this old land That I've lived on so long Unlike the cattle And the tourists I like bein' alone We go down in the swamps With our thick leather boots The kind that the moccasins And the briars can't get through We round up the cattle Head 'em out of the bog To the thick, green pastures And the clover they love (yodel) © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

My mother, at age 14, was given the task of driving a Model-A from the Tennessee mountains to Florida, where she fell in with the McKinney clan along the banks of the Withlacoochee River. This is a song for the women who finish the job, who raise the children against all odds.

Lyrics

Oh, the Southern Mama's Just got to be strong 'Cause the Southern Daddy Die's before too long Working the pulpwood Every day Makes his life Kinda' slip away Mama keeps to herself All the tears she's cried She knows daddy loved her 'til the day he died So she tries to raise the kids As best she can Happy she was married To a damned good man (chorus) All the way from the Banks of the Withlacoochee To a share cropper's shack Up in Tennessee You'll see the lady with the sad eyes trying To find food and clothes For the family Yeah, the Southern' Mama's Just got to be strong 'Cause the Southern Daddy Dies before too long Then the sun is rising It's another day She's got work to do She's got bills to pay But late in the evening She can rest a spell And laugh at the jokes That the children tell Now, the South's got beauty And the South's got soul But it ain't got silver And it ain't got gold So the Southern Mama's Just got to be strong 'Cause the Southern Daddy Dies before too long (chorus) © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Maggie McKinney

Story

Several years ago we almost moved to Ireland. This song came from that, from remembering what 'home' means. Florida is home.

Lyrics

You were the soil in which I grew I plant my feet firm in you I lift my face toward your sun My lips are sweet With your morning dew (chorus) You were the place where I could run I felt so safe within your arms And I will leave with heavy heart All the things I once knew Along the crystal sands I'd roam The beach was clean The air was pure The dunes rose high above the ground No buildings blocked The skies of blue The creeks and streams Ran free and clear The pine forests Filled with deer It was a perfect world you see Where I loved you And you loved me (chorus) I lay my face upon your earth The smell is clean and sweet A mix of pine and heat and dirt The soil is warm On my bare feet I place my hand upon your back I close my eyes and start to weep I did not care for you as much As you took care of me (chorus) © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
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Mike McKinney

Story

My family has been hiding out along the Withlacoochee River in Central Florida for about 200 years, and they're still hard to find. They seem to like it that way.

Lyrics

It's a long way From the Isle of Skye To this Florida swamp Where the whipoorwill cries Like a heart-broken lover Left alone My heart cries out For its Scottish home Where for hundreds of years They fought and died For the little lords And their foolish pride And every place a McKinney stood You cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood Long before the Clearances came They lost everything But the family name Some stayed behind To fight the lords But it was lochaber Against horse and sword Some took what they could And they sailed away To the Carolinas In America And they left a trail To this Florida mud You cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood It's never as easy As we'd like it to be So many bad branches On the Family Tree But it survived the famine Stood against the flood Cut through the roots You can smell the blood The McKinneys fought hard For the things they stole They fought against the law And the Seminoles They died with Dade In the Piney Woods Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell their blood It's never as pretty As we'd like it to be But the poor never suffer From irony They stayed alive Any way they could Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood Cut the ground with a shovel You can smell the blood
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Maggie McKinney

Lyrics

(chorus) When Ivan the Terrible Swept through that day There were bodies In Pensacola Bay The winds did howl And the waves crashed in To drag back their plunder To the sea Like pirates it pillaged The houses and land And toppled the giant oak trees (chorus) Just before dark They brought in the trucks And with cadaver dogs Leading the way They searched for the bodies then loaded them up And quietly hauled them away (chorus) The board of tourism Shut down the news It was bad for business They say The loss of life Was a terible thing It would surely keep tourists away (chorus) © 2010 Lucky Mud
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

I studied Zen back in the late 60's and every self-proclaimed teacher told me the same story. When asked what he did today, the Zen master said, "I chopped wood. I carried water." Being a Southerner, I knew the story couldn't stop there. So, I embellished.

Lyrics

I chopped wood I carried water I burned the wood Just to boil the water Threw in some collards And some fatback ham Made up a little cornbread In the frying pan Fried up some okra Made some blackeyed peas Brewed about a gallon Of sweet iced tea Took it out to the front porch Sat in the swing Closed my eyes Let the day go by And I listened to the mockingbird sing CHORUS: The mockingbird Is a funny looking bird Just an ordinary grey The mockingbird Don't do much as a bird He just sits around all day The mockingbird Ain't a pretty bird No bright colors In his wings But everybody stops What they're doing When he sing, sing, sings Yellow sand And bright red clay Come together In a beautiful way With the long-leaf pines And that flat, flat land It looks like heaven From where I stand It's where I was born And where I was raised I know the people And I know their ways From Pensacola To the Florida Keys You can close your eyes Let the day go by And listen to the mockingbird sing CHORUS:
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

On a long, long trip back to Florida, just at the Western boundary, I saw a sunlit hill and knew I'd soon be home.

Lyrics

I have set my sights On that distant hill Where the bright sunlight Will warm me But this river is wider Than my life is long The water is deep The current is strong And, though I am weary I must go on Where my father has traveled Before me I will make my way To that distant hill And wait for you To join me For this journey is over Our sorrow ends In the bright sunlight A new journey begins And in my comfort A circle of friends Will gather all around me
Lucky Mud
2010-03-13
Mike McKinney

Story

Just a little ditty about the end of the world.

Lyrics

It started as a call to the local police, when the dispatcher said, "Can I help you, please?" She heard the man on the line say, without hesitation I think I'm on the edge of a bad situation You see, early this morning I went out in the yard To get the morning paper And to water the garden But all of my tomatoes and my clothesline pole Was sitting at the bottom Of a seven foot hole Well, I was just looking where my garden used to be When the hole got bigger And it swallered my tree Then it ate my fence And my mailbox, too So I'd get out here fast if I was you But you know by the time to police showed up The sinkhole was chewing On a pickup truck And by the time the police Called the National Guard The big hole ate up The house and the yard Then it nibbled on the driveway Munched a little more Stretched out and gobbled up The house next door The ace commentator On the six o'clock news Concluded there was nothing Anyone could do But the experts came From all over the state They talked about the sinkhole Watched while it ate up A four lane road And the Omelet Shoppe And they all agreed That was where it would stop But the hole kept growing and everybody ran While it ate up the houses And the experts' van And people watched the news From miles around As the sinkhole at up The entire town Well, they tried concrete And dynamite And engineers worked On through the night But the hole got deeper And the hole just grew It ate Orlando And Tampa, too It ate condominiums It ate Spook Hill It ate up Miami and Jacksonville And double-wide trailers Lined up in a row Before it sucked up The Gulf of Mexico Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee Both Carolinas Fell into the sea Mississippi, Missouri And Louisiana, too, All disappeared In that sinkhole brew While farther up North In the seat of the nation Senators and congressmen Passed Legislation Making it illegal With a very stiff fine For sinkholes to cross The Mason Dixon line But the hole kept going And it broke the law It ate Indiana And Arkansas It ate Massachusetts And it ate up Maine And it chewed up the prairies On the Western Plain It swallowed up the Rockies And was doing fine But it stopped dead still On the California line And the people of California laughed At the strange twist of fate That left them Of all people The remaining state So they decided to have a big jubilee But a San Andreas earthquake Dropped them into the sea © 2010 Lucky Mud

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