Sung in the style of Goodnight, Irene, and if you need a vocalist the one I’m hearing in this jivester head of mine sounds just like Willie Nelson.

Good Name Dragged Through the Mud Blues

(opening is chanted)
Mud, mud, mud, mud
Mud, mud, mud, mud
Mud, mud, mud, mud
Mud, mud, mud, mud

You can fling it, you can sling it
You can bake yourself a muddy pie
You can wrassle in it, with no hassle in it
Mud is the best you can buy

You can stick it into your wicket
You can shove it against the garage
You can smear it all over your body
And look like a muddy mirage

(chorus)
Oh, don’t them folks set to draggin’
Your good name through the wettest of earth
Behind you the plow, the mud and the sow
Will measure your pitiful worth
Boys
Will measure your pitiful worth

Be you rich man, be you poor man
Be you beggar man, or maybe a thief
There is aught that this world offers
Worse than your named dragged down beneath

A good name is just like a virgin
So pure, so white and so firm
Why would we take such a virgin
And fix her to wriggle with worms?

(chorus)
Oh, don’t them folks set to draggin’
Your good name through the wettest of earth
Behind you the plow, the mud and the sow
Will measure your pitiful worth
Boys
Will measure your pitiful worth

Alberto and Scooter and Karl
Richard and George and the rest
They’re on the bean, their clothing is clean
But their names are a horrible mess

So many have suffered the shameless
Fall from grace to the ground
Give them an hour’s head start, friend
Then set loose the whole pack of hounds
(get ’em, little doggies)

(chorus)
Oh, don’t them folks set to draggin’
Your good name through the wettest of earth
Behind you the plow, the mud and the sow
Will measure your pitiful worth
Boys
Will measure your pitiful worth

(everybody!)
You can fling it, you can sling it
You can bake yourself a muddy pie
You can wrassle in it, with no hassle in it
Mud is the best you can buy

You can stick it into your wicket
You can shove it against the garage
You can smear it all over your body
And look like a muddy mirage

(chorus)
Oh, don’t them folks set to draggin’
Your good name through the wettest of earth
Behind you the plow, the mud and the sow
Will measure your pitiful worth
Boys
Will measure your pitiful worth

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