Mississippi Mud

One of these days I'm gonna be a big boy, 
One of these days I'm gonna be a man.
One of these days I'll ask the lord
to take me to the promised land.

And I ride my tractor round and round.
John Deere would be so proud.
I fill my cup and lift it up, 
I got a buck in the back of my pick up truck.

 
Oh let me go Mississippi mud on the country road.
Oh please let me be Mississippi mud gonna set me free

Take me out, take me home
Take me up in a cloud of dust,
And stain me to the bone.

Mississippi mud, Mississippi mud,
Mississippi mud runs in my blood,
Mississippi mud on a country road.


One of these days I'm gonna drink whiskey, 
one of these days I'll drink a little gin.
One of these days I'll ask the Lord, 
to save my soul so I can drink again.

And I learn to tell my right and wrong 
from an old-school Hank Williams song.
Four-wheel-drive is a friend of mine,
cause country boys can survive!

 
Oh let me go Mississippi mud on the country road.
Oh please let me be Mississippi mud gonna set me free.

Take me out, take you home,
Stain my jeans, stain my soles

Mississippi mud, Mississippi mud,
Mississippi mud runs in my blood,
Mississippi mud on a country road.

Cowboy boots and old blue jeans,
Mississippi Mud and gasoline.
Wash my hands,
Can't keep em clean.
Mississippi Mud gonna stick to me

Drink a little moonshine, drink a little gin
Rise and shine, on the fields again.
Take me out take me home
Mississippi Mud on a country road.

And I'm proud to say I was born and raised, 
custom made in the USA.
Jackson city, Mississippi
Oh and that's where I'll stay.

Oh let me go Mississippi mud on the country road.
Oh please let me be Mississippi mud gonna set me free.

Take me out, take you home,
Stain my jeans, stain my soles.

Mississippi mud, Mississippi mud,
Mississippi mud runs in my blood,
Mississippi mud on a country road.