My name was Stranger on the night that we met And then it was Sweetheart and it might have been yet But my arms grew careless like a fear that they would Now my arms are empty my lips are so cold and my name is Mud My name is Mud my darling is gone She wont even see me she wont even write me she wont even call Oh they call me a cheater and they say Im no good And in any mans language my name is Mud My true love worshipped the ground where I stand Till the learned the hard way it was just shifting sand Oh she cried enough teardrops to start her a flood Teardrops soak my name in the sand and my name is Mud My name is Mud...You might also like
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