Tekster:
Waters Muddy Same Thing

A big legged woman down? Well, it must be the same old thing That makes a bulldog love a hound Well, it's the same thing Well, it's the same old thing

we connive at being alive Tracing a line till we can define, the thing that allows us to feel Only love is real, only love is real Childhood dreams like muddy waters

long, John Coltrane And Charles Mingus, so long, Duke Ellington And Lester Young, so long, Billie Holliday And Ella Fitzgerald, so long, Jimmy Reed So long, Muddy Waters

close almost But still that's no cigar How could our hearts beat so close When our minds so far apart We came so close Hey I drink some muddy water

kissed me lightly and said you know sometimes when you're down, It's the little things that count It's the little things that count It's the little things

make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters

bowling, the old nine pin, a sign unwanted... Now I'm a target, I'm hot and frozen, stormy rain I'm stuck in an elevator wet from the muddy water, breathing

him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters

now Andale! Every crooked man, every crooked mile Every crooked back of the rank and file Same flood force Same blood course Same muddy source As the crooked waters