Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
Oh, Mud Slide, I'm dependent on you
I don't know but I've been told
There's a time from time to time
I can't eat, I can't sleep
But I just might move my feet
'Cause there's nothing like
The sound of sweet soul music
To change a young lady's mind
And there's nothing like a
Walk on down by the bayou
To leave the world behind
Mud Slide I'm depending upon you
Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
I've been letting the time go by
Letting the time go by
Yes, I'm letting the time go by
Letting the time go by
I'm gonna cash in my hand and
Pick up on a piece of land
And build myself a cabin back in the woods
Lord, it's there I'm gonna stay
Until there comes a day
When this old world starts to changing for the good
Now the reason I'm smiling is over on a island
On a hillside in the woods where I belong
I wanna thank Jimmy, Jimmy, John, Nick and Laurie
The No Jets Construction for setting
Me down a homestead on the farm
Mud Slide, I'm depending upon you
Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
Thursday, November 17, 2005
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Crawdads are creatures of the mud. Don't know if there's a creek in Crawford that the crawdads go up.
When it rains too much and their burrows get flooded, they head off to higher ground.
Good eatin' for herons and other big birds.
Did you see the Homeland Insecurity admonition to birds? It's on the same thread as your Howard cake.
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