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