[Verse 1] Got mud on my boots, babe From that red road home Empty gas in the truck bed And a phone that won't ring no more I left my coat by your porchlight Now the rain knows my name
[Pre-Chorus] If you see me limpin' Don't ask where I've been I been wearin' this trouble Like a second skin
[Chorus] Mud on my boots Mud on my boots I can't wash you off I can't wash you off Mud on my boots Mud on my boots Your gone got stuck Your gone got stuck
[Verse 2] Your blue dress in the closet Still smells like Sunday soap Tin cup on the table And a letter I won't quote The clock on the wall keeps leanin' Like it's tired of me too
[Pre-Chorus] If you hear me knockin' Keep that chain on tight I brought a fistful of heartache And a long black night
[Chorus] Mud on my boots Mud on my boots I can't wash you off I can't wash you off Mud on my boots Mud on my boots Your gone got stuck Your gone got stuck
[Bridge] One more turn down that gravel One more lie to myself I keep sayin' I'm leavin' Then I come back for help
[Final Chorus] Mud on my boots Mud on my boots I can't wash you off I can't wash you off Mud on my boots Mud on my boots Your gone got stuck Your gone got stuck
Musikstyle
Blues with slow shuffling groove, bent guitar phrases, upright bass pulse, and a brushed snare backbeat; verse rides sparse voice and guitar, pre-chorus opens with answering lick and handclaps, chorus lands with stacked call-and-response vocals and a smoky turnaround. Lead vocal stays gritty and close-mic, with short delay throws on the last word of each hook, slide fills between lines, and a warm dusty mix that feels live in a small room., blues