I hate to hear that screen door slammin´
It´s hard for me to say good-bye
Can´t stand to think about leavin´
I sure hate to see my Momma cry
Born and raised a delta child
Took off runnin´ and got real wild
Used to spend my nights down across the tracks
Where the whiskey was white and the blues was black
No matter where I´ve been or where I go
My heart is never far from old Muddy Springs
Muddy Springs Road
I fell in with the Hoo Doo Man
Put his guitar in my hands
Said "Cat you were born to play the blues
It´s in your blood that´s what you´ll do"
The sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
And the cotton mouth don´t think before he strikes
I take these memories with me when I go
I miss my home down Muddy Springs Road
Momma sittin´ on the front porch swinging
Sings a lonesome lullabye
Daddy come and puts his arms around her
Says "Son do you have to say good-bye?"
Well you know I´ve been a lot of places
And you know I´ll always sing the blues
But Momma every road I travel down
Is gonna bring me home to you
The sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
And the cotton mouth don´t think before he strikes
I take these memories with me when I go
I miss my home down Muddy Springs Road
It´s hard for me to say good-bye
Can´t stand to think about leavin´
I sure hate to see my Momma cry
Born and raised a delta child
Took off runnin´ and got real wild
Used to spend my nights down across the tracks
Where the whiskey was white and the blues was black
No matter where I´ve been or where I go
My heart is never far from old Muddy Springs
Muddy Springs Road
I fell in with the Hoo Doo Man
Put his guitar in my hands
Said "Cat you were born to play the blues
It´s in your blood that´s what you´ll do"
The sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
And the cotton mouth don´t think before he strikes
I take these memories with me when I go
I miss my home down Muddy Springs Road
Momma sittin´ on the front porch swinging
Sings a lonesome lullabye
Daddy come and puts his arms around her
Says "Son do you have to say good-bye?"
Well you know I´ve been a lot of places
And you know I´ll always sing the blues
But Momma every road I travel down
Is gonna bring me home to you
The sun is hot and the sugar cane grows high
And the cotton mouth don´t think before he strikes
I take these memories with me when I go
I miss my home down Muddy Springs Road