[Intro] You hear that? That's not thunder That's my whole damn neighborhood Coming alive [Verse 1] Muddy rhythm, dirt on my name Been through the weather, still feeding the flame Got a crooked little grin and a two step slide Got a low down engine with a whole lot of pride Backroad bend with the headlights low Bass in the cab making fence posts glow No golden ticket, no velvet rope Just a tank full of dreams and a stubborn old hope [Pre Chorus] Let the wheels spin round Let the bass dig deep Let the whole world wake when the kick drum speaks Got a little more grit than the world can use Put your hands up high when the chorus comes through [Chorus] Muddy rhythm, smoke in my lungs Old school blues with a brand new tongue Slide that guitar, let the bassline bruise Whole place rocking in some backroad shoes Muddy rhythm, dirt on my soul Little bit of crazy with a whole lot of control If you came for the quiet, you came to the wrong place We got mud on the rhythm and a grin on our face [Post Chorus] Get down low Bring it back Let that bass roll over the railroad track Get down low Let it loose Everybody got muddy rhythm and boots [Verse 2] Talk quick, walk slow, let the pocket breathe Put a little bit of lightning in the words I weave Guitar sings rough like a screen door hinge Piano got a swagger with a little blues sting No copycat moves, no rented disguise Just a backroad heartbeat and a dangerous vibe I can make a whole room move with a two note phrase Then let the drums fall out and set the whole thing ablaze [Pre Chorus] Let the wheels spin round Let the bass dig deep Let the whole world wake when the kick drum speaks Got a little more grit than the world can use Put your hands up high when the chorus comes through [Chorus] Muddy rhythm, smoke in my lungs Old school blues with a brand new tongue Slide that guitar, let the bassline bruise Whole place rocking in some backroad shoes Muddy rhythm, dirt on my soul Little bit of crazy with a whole lot of control If you came for the quiet, you came to the wrong place We got muddy rhythm and a grin on our face [Breakdown] Kill the drums Let it breathe One low bass note underneath One guitar bend One voice alone Then bring that whole damn thunder home [Bridge] I got no reason to pretend I got no need to fit in If the road gets rough, let the tires spin I put my whole damn life in the groove I'm in [Final Chorus] Muddy rhythm, smoke in my lungs Old school blues with a brand new tongue Slide that guitar, let the bassline bruise Whole place rocking in some backroad shoes Muddy rhythm, dirt on my soul Little bit of crazy with a whole lot of control If you came for the quiet, you came to the wrong place We got muddy rhythm and a grin on our face [Outro] Dirt on the tires Fire in the groove Muddy rhythm Nothing left to prove
