Muddy Water By Trace Adkins Eighteen wheeler dropped me off at that city limit sign, sunday morning sunlight hurt my eyes. It's a long way from where I've been, back to my hometown, but there's a man in me I need to drown. Baptise me, in that muddy water, Wash me clean, in amazing grace, I ain't been living, like I oughta, Baptise me in that muddy water. Made my way to the church at the end of the dirt road, Draging what was left of my soul, I can see the Saints out back on the riverbank, And I could hear forgiveness calling out my name. Baptise me, in that muddy water, Wash me clean in amazing grace, I ain't been living like I oughta, So, Baptise me, in that muddy water, yea. Baptise me, in that muddy water, Wash me clean in amazing grace, I ain't been living like I oughta, no Baptise me, in that muddy water. Baptise meeeee, in that muddy water, Yea, wash me clean, in that muddy water, oh lord, in that muddy water,