G E A G AEm Em C DEm Em C D [Chorus]C Bm Like mud to goldEm E Mine's in this soilB C C B B And I bring that soulEm E B And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into goldC C B B Like mud to goldEm Em Mine's in this soilB C C B And I bring that soulBm Em Em C And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold right now [Verse 1]C B B Drippin' in this swamp water, with the snakes I'm not botheredBm Em D#m Em C I done been backstabbed in the front, back, and in the head, but it's good, partnerC B B And I ain't no beginner, ain't nobody's paid for dinnerBm Em D#m G C I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner, underground so warn the devilC B B All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell, rockin' medallionsBm Em D#m E C In 90's models cars that are holdin' some hellacious enginesC B B Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin', my vеngeance comes with no mеntionsBm Em Em C I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitchesC B Yeah, you think I'm the cure (You think I'm the cure)B And then you all die (And then you all die)Em I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed)Em B Still blinkin' one eye (Still blinkin' one eye)C C B Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pinesB For ones like me, who live the same lifeEm Just country motherfuckers in a town with a timeD Way behind, But we still make it shine just like [Chorus]C B Like mud to goldEm Em Mine's in this soilG C B And I bring that soulEm And I will never get oldD C I'm turnin' mud into goldC B Like mud to goldEm Em Mine's in this soilC C B And I bring that soulEm And I will never get oldEm C C I'm turnin' mud into gold right now [Verse 2]B B These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fuckin' get itEm D#m D#m C If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' agesC B B Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connectedEm D#m Bm C You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties, and coke base ass recordsC B B Everything is "yah yah yah", everything is "hitta bitta"Em Em C Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches and it seems y'all all forgettin'C B B Rap's about the fuckin' come up, where the fuck your asses come from?Em Em C What you had to conquer transferred over into a bunch of small wordsC B B For a big impact on people 'cause that's your position as leaderEm Em C Yeah, I'm white and country, spit tobacco like a gunslingerC C B Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer, don't ever shit talk my peopleEm D Or Preacher will shoot and not think twice about the N.C. Bullets neither [Chorus]C B Like mud to goldEm Em Mine's in this soilG C B And I bring that soulEm And I will never get oldD#m E C I'm turnin' mud into goldC B Like mud to goldEm D#m E Mine's in this soilC C B And I bring that soulEm And I will never get oldD C C I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
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