[00:00.000] 作曲 : Brent Cobb/Cody Cannon[00:13.816]Oh, Lord, won't you let me stay in the place where I was born?[00:20.075]In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown[00:26.520]Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer, genuine son of the south[00:32.725]And the water's high and the bills are too and the levy tumbling down[00:40.438]Daddy owed the banker man[00:47.045]So, we was drowning before the flood[00:53.335]That river washed us all away[00:59.695]Left us right here in the mud[01:10.350]Yeah, in the mud[01:17.767]We built this house upon the Mississippi back in 1879[01:23.896]Over a hundred years my family's been here barely scraping by[01:30.510]We just some good old country folks just trying to weather the storm[01:36.934]How we gonna pay when the interest rates done got higher than the corn?[01:45.087]Ain't no man gonna take it away[01:50.964]'Cause it's deep down in my blood[01:57.650]Step across that old property line[02:01.994]And you'll die[02:04.291]Right here in the mud[02:14.593]Yeah, in the mud[02:48.988]Who's this creeping through the sticks[02:51.616]Let me talk at 'em with my thirty ought six[02:54.731]A couple city guys with suits and ties[02:57.955]Bet they can't feel this crosshair right between their eyes[03:01.776]I got no place to go and no place to run[03:04.232]Just a dirt farmer's boy with his Granddaddy's gun[03:07.805]Step across that line, I'm gonna tell you, son[03:11.565]We're all gonna die right here in the mud[03:19.709]Yeah, in the mud