Mud To Gold

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G E A G A
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 And I will never get old, I'm
E B 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 And I will never get old, I'm
Em C 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 I done been backstabbed in the
Em front, back, and in the head, but
C it's good, partner
C B And I ain't no beginner, ain't
B nobody's paid for dinner
Bm Em D#m I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner,
G C underground so warn the devil
C B All I am is a hellion, raisin'
B hell, rockin' medallions
Bm Em D#m In 90's models cars that are
E C holdin' some hellacious engines
C Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin',
B B my vеngeance comes with no mеntions
Bm Em I'm sicker than dirty COVID
Em C syringes stuck in you bitches
C Yeah, you think I'm the cure (You
B think I'm the cure)
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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 Still thinkin' of lines to cast
B 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 These millionaires don't
B understand, these label owners don't fuckin' get it
Em D#m If I sign to slavery I'll be
D#m C shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages
C B Cause you can't see no vision,
B your mind is not connected
Em You've been blinded by Ferrari's,
D#m Bm C parties, and coke base ass records
C Everything is "yah yah yah",
B B everything is "hitta bitta"
Em Stars are made from walkin' in the
Em C trenches and it seems y'all all forgettin'
C B Rap's about the fuckin' come up,
B where the fuck your asses come from?
Em What you had to conquer
Em C 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 Yeah, I'm white and country, spit
C tobacco like a gunslinger
C Yeah, I'll put you through the
C B ringer, don't ever shit talk my people
Em Or Preacher will shoot and not
D 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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