Voices come in the eye of the storm about 16 years along Put in the barrell but I wasn't armed Mama had the loaded gun Mama had the loaded gun I've got a trouble in my hand and heaven pray Clingin to the life stood by Haunted by the memory of his dying day that echos on the mountain side It echos on the mountain side I wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Mama in a town at the edge of the line and as (?) dwells under her shoes Cryin for the wrath of my fathers pride hopin that he better leave soon Hopin that he better leave soon I wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water End