Pecatonica Mud |
LyricsPecatonica MudSummers were long when I was young We played all day in the river and mud Down to the cutoff shootin' carp Cross the black bridge before it got dark The water was deep swirlin' like a flood Black as coal chill your blood No matter how you try and scrub You can never wash off Pecatonica Mud My dear old ma never shed a tear When we come home wet smilin' ear to ear We had no suit and we had no pool We didn't fess up but I think she knew No matter how you try and scrub You can never wash off Pecatonica Mud Now old man Kurth no one could tame He had that mud runnin' through his veins His son Jim was my best friend Lived a block away on the river's bend He did his duty and he didn't complain When they shipped him off on an army plane He died by a river in a foreign land Fightin' a war he didn't understand He died knee deep in the swamp and crud But you can never wash off Pecatonica Mud Now the years have passed and I moved away But I still come back stand in the clay Remember the days when we were young When we played all day in the river and mud No matter how you try and scrub You can never wash off Pecatonica Mud |
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| Lyric Credits: R. Wiegel |
| Music Credits: R. Wiegel |
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| Song Length: 4:30 |
| Primary Genre: Rock-Americana |
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