Mud To Gold

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Tom:
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Em Em C D
Em Em C D [Chorus]
C Bm Like mud to gold
Em E Mine's in this soil
B C C B B And I bring that soul
Em E B And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold
C C B B Like mud to gold
Em Em Mine's in this soil
B C C B And I bring that soul
Bm 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 bothered
Bm Em D#m Em C I done been backstabbed in the front, back, and in the head, but it's good, partner
C B B And I ain't no beginner, ain't nobody's paid for dinner
Bm Em D#m G C I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner, underground so warn the devil
C B B All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell, rockin' medallions
Bm Em D#m E C In 90's models cars that are holdin' some hellacious engines
C B B Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin', my vеngeance comes with no mеntions
Bm Em Em C I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches
C 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 pines
B For ones like me, who live the same life
Em Just country motherfuckers in a town with a time
D Way behind, But we still make it shine just like [Chorus]
C B Like mud to gold
Em Em Mine's in this soil
G C B And I bring that soul
Em And I will never get old
D C I'm turnin' mud into gold
C B Like mud to gold
Em Em Mine's in this soil
C C B And I bring that soul
Em And I will never get old
Em 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 it
Em D#m D#m C If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages
C B B Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected
Em D#m Bm C You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties, and coke base ass records
C 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 words
C B B For a big impact on people 'cause that's your position as leader
Em Em C Yeah, I'm white and country, spit tobacco like a gunslinger
C C B Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer, don't ever shit talk my people
Em D Or Preacher will shoot and not think twice about the N.C. Bullets neither [Chorus]
C B Like mud to gold
Em Em Mine's in this soil
G C B And I bring that soul
Em And I will never get old
D#m E C I'm turnin' mud into gold
C B Like mud to gold
Em D#m E Mine's in this soil
C C B And I bring that soul
Em And I will never get old
D C C I'm turnin' mud into gold right now
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