MY NAME IS MUD

Writer Bill Anderson

RECORDED BY PORTER WAGONER



My name was Stranger on the night that we met

And then it was Sweetheart and it might have been yet

But my arms grew careless like a fear that they would

Now my arms are empty my lips are so cold and my name is Mud

My name is Mud my darling is gone

She won't even see me she won't even write me she won't even call

Oh they call me a cheater and they say I'm no good

And in any man's language my name is Mud

My true love worshipped the ground where I stand

Till the learned the hard way it was just shifting sand

Oh she cried enough teardrops to start her a flood

Teardrops soak my name in the sand and my name is Mud

My name is Mud...