[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
A zene stílusa
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