Verse 1
You rolled out smokin’ tires,
Thought you’d light my whole world on fire.
Said I’d be cryin’ all alone,
Honey, bless your heart… who raised you?
Now you’re tellin’ everybody I was hard to love,
That’s rich comin’ from a man who couldn’t even hold a job.
If they’re askin’ where I stand these days,
I just shrug and smile…
“Ain’t my pig, ain’t my mud.”
Pre-Chorus
She don’t wear stilettos,
She don’t wear no pearls.
Justice looks a whole lot better
In a pair of cowgirl boots.
Chorus
Karma wears cowgirl boots,
Stomps a hole clean through excuses.
She don’t knock—she walks right in,
Grinnin’ like an old best friend.
She’ll settle tabs I never could,
Without me liftin’ one finger.
Folks ask if I still think about you…
“Ain’t my pig, ain’t my mud.”
Verse 2
You’re all hat and no cattle,
That dog still don’t hunt.
Couldn’t find good sense
If it was sittin’ on your front porch.
You traded steak for bologna,
Diamond for fool’s gold.
Now you’re knockin’ on my screen door…
Bless your heart…
“Ain’t my pig, ain’t my mud.”
Bridge
You kept diggin’ that hole,
Now you’re wonderin’ why you’re stuck.
Thought you were the sheriff in this town…
Turns out life don’t care who’s struttin’ around.
Funny how the tables turn,
When the truth comes back around.
I just dust my boots off, smile…
And let karma lay the law down.
Breakdown (Crowd Chant)
Who made that mess?
Not me!
Who’s gonna fix it?
Not me!
Ain’t my pig! (Hey!)
Ain’t my mud! (Hey!)
If anybody asks…
“Ain’t my pig, ain’t my mud!”
Final Chorus
Karma wears cowgirl boots,
Walkin’ tall in truth.
She’ll catch up sooner or later,
I don’t need to chase her.
I’m too busy livin’ good,
Thankin’ God I’m where I stood.
If anybody asks about you…
I just smile and say,
“Ain’t my pig… ain’t my mud!”
Outro
Bless your heart…
Hope life gives you exactly what you’ve earned.
Me?
“Ain’t my pig… ain’t my mud.”
