歌詞
[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
音楽のスタイル
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