Stuck in the Muck,

Yeah, I'm stuck out here, oh so far from home,

With a truck in the mud, I'm all alone.

Went mudding in my truck, thought I could fly,

But it sunk in so deep, I might as well cry.

Cellphone won't ring, no service in sight,

Forty-five miles from the town’s neon light.

Hey there buddy, can you hear my call?

Wish I had a clue, how I got into this fall.

So I’m walking down these dusty old roads,

Got my boots in the mud, heavy with loads.

A thirst for cold cans, the horizon I chase,

One foot in front, in this beer-less race.

Sun's beating down, sweat sticks to my skin,

Every step I take feels like a sin.

Ran out of laughter, ran out of cheer,

The only thing missing is a cold beer.

Slides in the mud, coyotes in the night,

All I’m dreaming is a barstool delight.

So I’m walking down these dusty old roads,

Got my boots in the mud, heavy with loads.

A thirst for cold cans, the horizon I chase,

One foot in front, in this beer-less race.

A mile by a mile, the sun dips low,

Counting my steps to that next tavern glow.

Hey, Mr. Bartender, pour me a round,

Cheers to the mud that got me stuck 'round.

So I’m walking down these dusty old roads,

Got my boots in the mud, heavy with loads.

A thirst for cold cans, the horizon I chase,

One foot in front, in this beer-less race.

Yeah, I'm stuck out here, but I won't despair,

I'll make my way to town, ain’t that fair?

They’ll hear my tale, of my truck in the muck,

Maybe share a few laughs, after all of this luck.