Words and music by Bill Anderson
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 [D] careless ...
Like I feared that they would ...
Now my arms are empty - My lips are so cold;
My name is mud.
CHORUS
My name is mud ...
My darlin' is gone ...
She won't even see me; She won't even write me;
She won't even phone ...
Oh! they call me a cheater ...
And they say I'm no good ...
And in any man's language ...
My name is mud.
My true love worshipped - The ground where I stand ...
Till she learned the hard way - That it's just sifted sand ...
She cried enough teardrops - To start her a flood ...
Teardrops wrote my name in the sand - Now my name is mud.
CHORUS
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 [D] careless ...
Like I feared that they would ...
Now my arms are empty - My lips are so cold;
My name is mud.
CHORUS
My name is mud ...
My darlin' is gone ...
She won't even see me; She won't even write me;
She won't even phone ...
Oh! they call me a cheater ...
And they say I'm no good ...
And in any man's language ...
My name is mud.
My true love worshipped - The ground where I stand ...
Till she learned the hard way - That it's just sifted sand ...
She cried enough teardrops - To start her a flood ...
Teardrops wrote my name in the sand - Now my name is mud.
CHORUS