Michael Beauchamp - Muddy Shore lyrics

I'm going down to the muddy shore, equipped with bloody money I'm going to make a deal down there, so don't come near there, honey Well, my rival I do aim to k** and make it nice for you dear Well, my rival I do aim to k**, 'cause you're all I have in this world Steer... clear... of that damn shore Please... dear... It'll break your mind, to find what you'll find The k**er lives in a cold woodshed and drinks away his money I've been savin' for two years to have a little baby... I whisper to you in your sleep and pray the Lord forgive me I know it's better this way, so we can be happy... Steer... clear... of that damn shore Please... dear... It'll break your mind to find what you'll find