Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. Oh, Mud Slide, I'm dependent on you.
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I don't know but I've been told, there's a time from time to time.
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I can't eat, I can't sleep but I just might move my feet.
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Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music to change a young lady's mind.
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And there's nothing like a walk on down by the bayou to leave the world behind, whoa,
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Mud Slide I'm depending upon you. Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon.
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I've been letting the time go by, letting the time go by,
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yes, I'm letting the time go by, letting the time go by.
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I'm gonna cash in my hand and pick up on a piece of land
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and build myself a cabin back in the woods.
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Lord, it's there I'm gonna stay until there comes a day
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when this old world starts to changing for the good.
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Now the reason I'm smiling is over on a island on a hillside in the woods where I belong.
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I wanna thank Jimmy, Jimmy, John, Nick and Laurie, the No Jets Construction
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for setting me down a homestead on the farm, whoa, ooooo.
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Mud Slide, I'm depending upon you. Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon.
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Night goes on and on, don't want to come at all. Baby, baby, baby, I know.
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Stoney Lee Blue Borne, picking on a fretless bass, yeah, yeah.
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Oil slick, slipping and a sliding and a slapping on. Kootcheroo.
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Mud Slide Slim
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| James Taylor |
