MY NAME IS MUD
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Writer Bill Anderson
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RECORDED BY PORTER WAGONER
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My name was Stranger on the night that we met
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And then it was Sweetheart and it might have been yet
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But my arms grew careless like a fear that they would
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Now my arms are empty my lips are so cold and my name is Mud
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My name is Mud my darling is gone
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She won't even see me she won't even write me she won't even call
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Oh they call me a cheater and they say I'm no good
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And in any man's language my name is Mud
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My true love worshipped the ground where I stand
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Till the learned the hard way it was just shifting sand
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Oh she cried enough teardrops to start her a flood
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Teardrops soak my name in the sand and my name is Mud
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My name is Mud...
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My Name Is Mud
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| Bill Anderson |
