MUD
words and music by Tim Noah and Nickie Van Den Bosch © 1989

Way out west where the buzzards nest

Where the snakes and the lizards crawl
Where they don’t take baths and don’t wear fancy duds
There roamed the meanest hombre of them all
This scoundrels name was Mud

With a holler and a bang and his outlaw gang
He roamed from town to town
Terrorizing folks just for fun
He swore and he swaggered
And he bragged real proud
‘Bout all the dirty deeds he’d done

CHORUS:
His name was Mud
Lower than slug slime on the ground
His name was Mud
You’d better not stick around
Pack it up, high-tail it out o’ town
There’s gonna be a showdown

Feelin’ bored in Rocky Ford and itchin’ for a fight
He robbed the poor ‘cause he was in the mood

He was pickin’ on a feller who was half his size

When into town came riding the Dude

On his palomino mare, with his golden hair
His boots and saddle shined
His Stetson silhouetted by the sun
The Dude had arrived there just in time
To see the damage Mud had done

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Those bad cowboys stopped all their noise
A hush fell on the crowd
All that Mud could do was drop his jaw
He swallered his tobaccy
And he belched out loud
Struck dumb by the sights he saw

The Dude made a hoop with a loopty-loop
The circle grew and grew
He twirled his lariat until it sang
His aim was true and he threw that lasso
And hogtied the whole dang gang

LAST CHORUS:
His name was Mud
Lower than slug-slime on the ground
His name was Mud
Dude stripped and tied him down
To a fast freight headed out o’ town
Then they all had a hoedown

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