Muddy water,
murky like some muddy water –
that I keep sippin’
even though,
I know it ain’t for me.
The warden’s daughter,
Lonesome like the warden’s daughter –
that I keep wantin’
even though,
I know she ain’t for me.
She ain’t nobody’s
and I ain’t nowhere –
Nowhere’s now
the place to be.
She ain’t nobody’s
and I ain’t nowhere –
Nowhere’s now my home
ya see?
Tyler Strittmatter 