Lucky Mud

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