Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Three broke men in a one-room house
Sharing coffee
Sharing doubt
Three young girls on thin
Torn sheets
Counting coins
Chewing on their grief
We worked graveyards
Side jobs
Anything
Came home aching
Still we’d sing
Pulled ‘em all up out that flood
Shined ‘em off
Got ‘em out the mud
[Chorus]
Out the mud
We raised ‘em high
From food stamps to first-class flights
Gold on their fingers
Sweet perfume
But we tracked dirt in every room
We gave ‘em heaven
We gave ‘em blood
But we kept drowning in our own flood
Three good women
Three sorry studs
Yeah
We pulled ‘em
Out the mud
[Verse 2]
First man bought her a little blue car
She learned the map
Then she drove too far
While he was smiling in some stranger’s bed
She packed her books and cleared her head
Second man bragged on his brand-new ring
But his bar tab said a different thing
She left his shirt on the porch one night
Still smelled of whiskey
And a lie
[Chorus]
Out the mud
We raised ‘em high
New addresses
Better lives
Paid off the landlord
Patched that roof
But couldn’t fix what we did under it too
We gave ‘em heaven
We gave ‘em blood
But we kept drowning in our own flood
Three good women
Three sorry studs
Yeah
We pulled ‘em
Out the mud
[Bridge]
Third man sat with his suitcase packed
Her letter folded in his lap
Said
“You taught me how to stand
So I’ll walk on my own two legs at last”
Three front doors
Slamming shut
Three hard lessons cut too rough
We saved their lives
They saved themselves
We stayed chained to our same old hell
[Chorus]
Out the mud
We raised ‘em high
But we sank back in our pride
They found sunlight
They found peace
We found out what losing means
We gave ‘em heaven
We gave ‘em blood
But we kept drowning in our own flood
Three good women
Three broken studs
Now they’re walking
Out the mud
(yeah, they’re walking)
Out the mud
Style
slowswampy electric blues in 6/8male vocals with a wornlived-in tone. fingerpicked guitar and moaning slide carry the verses; bass walks lazily under brushed drums. chorus swells with organ pads and stacked harmonies on the title phrase. middle section leans into a rawslightly overdriven solo before dropping back to voice-and-guitar intimacy on the final hook.bluesvocal
Prompt
blues song about 3 men who rescued their wives from poverty but were unable to be faithful to them until the women left them. The song is called “out the mud”, male vocal
Credits
Prompt byCherrychupacabra
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
ModelAria v5
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