Track · Mar 9, 2026 · English
Mud On My Hands
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Down by the levee
Cooler in the sand
Born in Louisiana
Mud on my hands (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Sun creepin’ up on the river bend
Cork sittin’ still, then it dips again
Catfish fightin’, line cuttin’ that glass
Shoutin’ “yep, that’s dinner” with a wet-sleeve laugh
Old boat rockin’ in a cypress lane
Grandpa spittin’ talk with a coffee stain
“If you scared of a little bit of blood and dirt
You gon’ starve, boy, you better learn to work” (uh)
[Chorus]
I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown
We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around
Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty
That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me
Every little moment, we make it last
Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass
Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand
Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands (mud on my hands)
[Verse 2]
Duck calls echo through the morning fog
Four-wheeler tracks cuttin’ through the bog
Buddy in the back throwin’ feed from the sack
Talkin’ ’bout life, talkin’ ’bout comin’ back
Mama fryin’ up what we bring home
Grease poppin’ loud like a backroad phone
Kids in the yard with a pinecone ball
Uncle on the porch tellin’ tales too tall (too tall)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain’t rich in gold, but we rich in time
Slow sips, big sky, and a peace of mind
Every little crack in my busted boots
Got a story ’bout home growin’ deep like roots
[Chorus]
I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown
We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around
Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty
That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me
Every little moment, we make it last
Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass
Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand
Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands
[Bridge]
From the Mississippi current to the bayou pines
Got sweat on my brow, got God on my mind
If I lose it all, I still got this land
Still got my people and these muddy hands (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown
We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around
Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty
That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me
Every little moment, we make it last
Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass
Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand
Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands
Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands (woah)
Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands
Style
raprap-pop-country crossover with male vocals; twangy slide guitar over a swinging trap-inflected beatwarm bassand clap-heavy drums. verses lean rhythmic and conversational with crisp doubled vocals on punchlines; hook opens up with big singalong harmonies and stacked ad-libs. subtle organ pads and banjo plucks fill the edgeswith a dynamic lift into the final chorus and a shouted gang-vocal tag on the last line.popcountry
Prompt
I want a song about fishing the Mississippi River and hunting in Louisiana and enjoying all the little moments and how I’m from Louisiana, can’t be scared to get your hands dirty, rap, pop, country
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Unknown_UserGeneratedMar 9, 2026
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