Sung by jim. Written by jim. . We've got nothing but that's alright. Nothing could be something if the feelings right. Holding onto something doesn't make it mine.
I was setting up for a gig. In this little country bar. This old boy in the corner watched me. Tune up my guitar. He said,? What kinda music do you play hoss?.
Crickets singin? in the evening hours. Daddy on guitar pickin? Wildwood Flower. Old record player spinnin? LP? s. Yeah, that? s music to me. . Reel screamin? large mouth on the line.
I ain't had a day off in, I don't know when. Thought I might go fishing then I thought again. Well, I don't even wanna have to reel one in. . So I put my old truck down here in the shade.
Im sitting here and got myself situated. Between a rock and a real hard place. My name is mud and here it gets complicated. I got egg dripping all over my face.