Black Mud

from by Patrick Canning

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lyrics

somewhere, somewhere
in the black mud of home I hear
a black dog, a black dog
screams out I'm trapped in here
and my hands went black as I held the dirt
and he bit my arm and ripped my shirt
the flys were thick and they stung his eyes
and he dug his claws deep in my thighs
and I screamed out "old man
why'd you hurt me again?"
again
so sing on, sing on
I'll bring the black flies home with me
and I'll turn black and walk back
the mud black dog trailing at my feet
and the river flows behind my home
and I dove in to wash my bones
the black dog caught a trout to eat
and we ate the fish down at my feet
and our eyes met and ge said
"I'll make sure that your fed
my sweet"

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from PATRICK, released August 23, 2006
Victor Lewis - Drums
Alison Corbett - Violin
Patrick Canning - Everything else

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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

With the voice of an angel and cheeks every grandma longs to pinch.

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