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Big Muddy Blues

Way out here

Nothing much grows

Nothing comes back

But sagebrush and bones

The heat waves rise

And blurs out the road

It’s a stinging your eyes

And the sun passes slow

As the big muddy flows

Round the river the land

Looks like a starving old man

Crawling far for a drink

Reaching out with his hands

Coming shy in the end…

It’s too thick to drink

Too thin to plow

And if you come this far

It’s too late now

There’s nothing to gain

And nothing to lose

And no way around

The big muddy blues