Lyrics:

Voices come in the eye of the storm about 16 years along
Put in the barrell but I wasn't armed
Mama had the loaded gun
Mama had the loaded gun
I've got a trouble in my hand and heaven pray
Clingin to the life stood by
Haunted by the memory of his dying day that echos on the mountain side
It echos on the mountain side
I wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Mama in a town at the edge of the line and as (?) dwells under her shoes
Cryin for the wrath of my fathers pride hopin that he better leave soon
Hopin that he better leave soon
I wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water
Wash my hands in muddy water