Voices come in the eye of the storm I've had sixteen years alone Bullet in the barrel but I wasn't armed And Mama had the loaded gun Mama had the loaded gun ♪ I've got a tremble in my hand and hair of grey Clinging to the rusted pines Haunted by the memory of his dying day That echoes on the mountain side It echoes on the mountain side I wash my hands in muddy water Wash my hands in muddy water ♪ Mama laid him down at the edge of the line And his blood dwells under her shoes Crying for the wrath of my father's hand Hoping that he'd bury me too Hoping that he'd bury me too 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