Текст песни Swamp Rat Blues

In this misty bayou
In a broken down shack by the way
I'm smokin' my last cigarette
I've been sittin' on the porch all day
My baby drove up country
Took the Areostream and my truck
I'm here to tell you
I'm feelin' pretty down on my luck

CHORUS
Swamp Rat Blues, Swamp Rat Blues
That's just what I'm feeling
Swamp Rat Blues

I've got mud on my fingers
I've got sludge in my heart
I've got goop on my guitar
My hands can't get the chords to start
Yes I've been tryin'
To get all my ducks in a row
But one thing's for certain
My life's never been so low

CHORUS
Swamp Rat Blues, Swamp Rat Blues
That's just what I'm feeling
Swamp Rat Blues Jeff Wyatt - Swamp Rat Blues - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jeff-wyatt/swamp-rat-blues-lyrics.html

MIDDLE 8
I wanna go back to Cabo
And spill tequila on my shoes
I wanna slip in the bottle
And wash away these swamp rat blues

How could she leave me here
To face this world all alone
I hopin' and prayin'
She'll turn around and come back home
Troubles finds me
They stick to me like these old tattoos
From morning 'till night time
I'm fighting with these swamp rat blues

CHORUS
Swamp Rat Blues, Swamp Rat Blues
That's just what I'm feeling
Swamp Rat Blues
Move over rats
There's a new rat droppin' in
Is there room,… on that mud floor
For just one more?
I thought so
Got anything to eat down here?