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Oh, Lord, won’t you let me stay in the place where I was born?

In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown

Ain’t no love for a poor dirt farmer, genuine son of the south

And the water’s high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down

Daddy owed the banker man

So, we was drowning before the flood

That river washed us all away

Left us right here in the mud

Yeah, in the mud

We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879

Over a hundred years my family’s been here barely scraping by

We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the storm

How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the corn?

Ain’t no man gonna take it away

'Cause it’s deep down in my blood

Step across that old property line

And you’ll die

Right here in the mud

Yeah, in the mud

Who’s this creeping through the sticks

Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six

A couple city guys with suits and ties

Bet they can’t feel this crosshair right between their eyes

I got no place to go and no place to run

Just a dirt farmer’s boy with his Granddaddy’s gun

Step across that line, I’m gonna tell you, son

We’re all gonna die right here in the mud

Yeah, in the mud

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