Muddy Water Woman

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Muddy Water Woman

Down in Missisisippi where the catfish grow long
I found her and I promised her someday I’d write a song
About a rebel woman whose soul could stir a man
To break the chains that bind her, and dare to take his hand

She’s beautiful, she’s animal, she’s earth and she is fire
She’d all but given up on love, it beat her and it lied
Her feet were in the river, my heart was in her hands
‘Til she left me all alone…by these Mississippi sands

(Chorus)
That Muddy Water Woman
Dancing barefoot on the shore
Eyes deep as a river runs
Heart wild as a storm
She loved me like the current
Sometimes easy, sometimes strong
That Muddy Water Woman
Is where a man gone wrong

They said I shouldn’t love her cuz she loved another first
But that woman, she was water, and I had a mighty thirst
That night when I first saw her wading out into the deep
I knew she was a promise that I was meant to keep

Then they found her man a-floating…on down the Mississipp
I swore I didn’t do it, but someone said I did
At first, she stood by me, like a swamp oak by the shore
But that muddy truth was rising…it was lappin’ at her door

(Chorus)
That Muddy Water Woman
Dancing barefoot on the shore
Eyes deep as a river runs
Heart wild as a storm
She loved me like the current
Sometimes easy, sometimes strong
That Muddy Water Woman
Is where a man gone wrong

(Bridge)
God knows I didn’t do it
We both know why she ran
He’s telling me to give her up
And I’m a god-fearing man, oh but

(Chorus)
That Muddy Water Woman
Dancing barefoot on the shore
Eyes deep as a river runs
Heart wild as a storm
She loved me like the current
Sometimes easy, sometimes strong
That Muddy Water Woman
Was where a man gone wrong

(Tag)
Lord, she loved me like the current
Sometimes easy, sometimes strong
But that Muddy Water Woman
Was where a man gone wrong

That’s where a man gone wrong

I live with my wife, Erica, three cats, and an increasingly geriatric dog named Gus on a tiny suburban spread outside Tampa, Florida. I have a few publishing credits to my name, nothing really worth mentioning.

Beneath These Boards was written on a Halloween night. Yeah, really.

My wife and I wrote the lyrics for Muddy Water Woman; music and vocals are by Wake Eastman, who lives and plays outside Austin, Texas. You can find more of him at www.wakeeastman.com. We put this thing together by collaborating on the Internet. We've never actually met Wake face-to-face, but will definitely look him up if we ever get to Austin. Many thanks to him for the great job he did on this song.

A Short Tribute To The Word Quiver has solely my wife to thank for its existence, who is, has been, and always will be my muse, through good times and bad, in sickness and health, and all those other tropes that we use to describe fidelity. This one's for you, hon. There will be more.