I'd rather drink muddy water, an’ sleep in a hollow log.
I'd rather drink muddy water, an’ sleep in a hollow log.
Let me stay down here by this river, treated like a dirty dog.
Going up north, won't be back too far.
Going up north, won't be back too far.
And if everything is alright, won't be back at all.
Ain't it hard to stumble, got nowhere to fall.
Ain't it hard to stumble, got nowhere to fall.
In this whole wide world, got nowhere at all, nowhere at all.
Going up north, the water tastes like wine.
Going up north, the water tastes just like wine.
This old Texas water, tastes like turpentine, turpentine, muddy water.
I'd rather drink muddy water, an’ sleep in a hollow log.
Let me stay down here by this river, treated like a dirty dog.
Going up north, won't be back too far.
Going up north, won't be back too far.
And if everything is alright, won't be back at all.
Ain't it hard to stumble, got nowhere to fall.
Ain't it hard to stumble, got nowhere to fall.
In this whole wide world, got nowhere at all, nowhere at all.
Going up north, the water tastes like wine.
Going up north, the water tastes just like wine.
This old Texas water, tastes like turpentine, turpentine, muddy water.
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