[Intro – Swampy blues guitar, soft rain, distant thunder roll] Love ain’t always lace and slow dances. Sometimes it’s mud on the boots… Blood in the words… And a magnolia bloom pushin’ through it all. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Low, bluesy groove, storytelling tone] We been slammin’ doors, sayin’ things we don’t mean, Tearin’ through love like a New Orleans dream. But baby, this ain’t just a fairy tale fall, It’s a war we keep fightin’… and still answer the call. You cry with fire, I shut down with stone, We both hate feelin’ like we’re sleepin’ alone. But even when I’m mad, I still pull you near, ‘Cause leavin’ your side’s my greatest fear. ⸻ [Chorus – Full emotional swell, like a Southern choir meets blues band] It’s mud, blood & magnolia, baby— Ain’t always clean, but it’s real and it’s crazy. We shout, we break, we fall apart, But I still come back with an open heart. Like roots in the flood, we still hold tight, Like stars still shine in a Delta night. Through every storm, girl, I still choose ya— Mud, blood, and that magnolia bloomin’ through ya. ⸻ [Verse 2 – More vulnerable, stripped-down with piano and soft steel guitar] I see you in the kitchen, eyes full of tears, Wipin’ down pain that’s been growin’ for years. But you still kiss my knuckles like they ain’t clenched tight, Still wrap your arms around me after a fight. You ain’t just soft—you’re Southern steel, Holdin’ it down when the world won’t kneel. And even when we’re bruised and bent, You’re the only peace that ever made sense. ⸻ [Chorus – Stronger, with backing vocals echoing “mud,” “blood,” “magnolia”] It’s mud, blood & magnolia, girl— Messy love in a complicated world. You’re my thorn and my bloom, My sweet and my doom— But I’d still walk through fire just to get back to you. We don’t run when the sky turns gray, We plant our hearts in the hard clay. So baby, let the world come for us too— It’s still just me… and you. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken softly over slide guitar and gentle organ] We don’t need perfect. We just need real. Give me your chaos, your silence, your tears— I’ll still be here. Still lovin’ you deeper than any man’s ever dared to. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Quiet beginning, builds with emotional power] It’s mud, blood & magnolia, baby, Ain’t always pretty, but Lord—it’s steady. I’ll hold your storm, you’ll carry mine, Through every root, every crack in time. So when folks ask what kinda love we grew, Tell ’em it was raw, it was tough… And it was true. [Outro – Fade out with humming, cicadas, and a single acoustic guitar strum] We made it through… Mud. Blood. And magnolia too.

Mud, Blood & Magnolia