RED WITH MUD

I live by the graveyard
Where all my best friends are
On the edge of this small town
Forgotten from the rest of the world
It’s a simple life here
We don’t need nothing but a bible and a bottle
We don’t talk all that much
We always keep the pain inside

The river’s red with mud
And if my eyes are wet
It’s just the wind
The river’s red with mud
There are no friends left
But just the bones of them

They said we’d get wealthy and healthy
But nothing ever happened
So no one trusts any strangers here
When you can get killed for a twenty dollar bill