Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Down by the levee Cooler in the sand Born in Louisiana Mud on my hands (yeah) [Verse 1] Sun creepin’ up on the river bend Cork sittin’ still, then it dips again Catfish fightin’, line cuttin’ that glass Shoutin’ “yep, that’s dinner” with a wet-sleeve laugh Old boat rockin’ in a cypress lane Grandpa spittin’ talk with a coffee stain “If you scared of a little bit of blood and dirt You gon’ starve, boy, you better learn to work” (uh) [Chorus] I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me Every little moment, we make it last Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands (mud on my hands) [Verse 2] Duck calls echo through the morning fog Four-wheeler tracks cuttin’ through the bog Buddy in the back throwin’ feed from the sack Talkin’ ’bout life, talkin’ ’bout comin’ back Mama fryin’ up what we bring home Grease poppin’ loud like a backroad phone Kids in the yard with a pinecone ball Uncle on the porch tellin’ tales too tall (too tall) [Pre-Chorus] Ain’t rich in gold, but we rich in time Slow sips, big sky, and a peace of mind Every little crack in my busted boots Got a story ’bout home growin’ deep like roots [Chorus] I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me Every little moment, we make it last Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands [Bridge] From the Mississippi current to the bayou pines Got sweat on my brow, got God on my mind If I lose it all, I still got this land Still got my people and these muddy hands (hey!) [Chorus] I’m from Louisiana, where the water runs brown We fish, we hunt, we pass good times around Can’t be scared to get your hands dirty That’s just how I am, that’s how they raised me Every little moment, we make it last Mosquito bites, sunburnt neck, cold glass Yeah, we laugh, we cuss, we pray in the stand Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands (woah) Heart on my sleeve, mud on my hands
Tags
rap, Rap-pop-country crossover with male vocals; twangy slide guitar over a swinging trap-inflected beat, warm bass, and clap-heavy drums. Verses lean rhythmic and conversational with crisp doubled vocals on punchlines; hook opens up with big singalong harmonies and stacked ad-libs. Subtle organ pads and banjo plucks fill the edges, with a dynamic lift into the final chorus and a shouted gang-vocal tag on the last line., pop, country
Duration
2:49
Instrumental
No
Created
3/9/2026