Daddy's Mud

It ain’t my fault that Daddy’s mud shines on what you raised
That we look alike and we talk the same
Don’t forget, it was you who gave me his name
I had no say in growing up the way that I did
Born to a home that was broken by two kids
Causing you to lose faith
Then forcing you to save face
Is just how I’m stitched
But I know how to hold a grudge
How to run before it gets tough
I guess that’s Daddy’s mud
If I’m turned loose I’ll have one and not know when to quit
I’ll cause a scene if I’m told my temper’s a little quick
Get as close to the edge as I can get if I get an inch
I shift the blame a little too much
I’ll sit in the rain and curse you for my rust
I guess that’s Daddy’s mud
If there’s smoke there’s a fat chance that I’m close by with a match
With my pride locked tight and guarded with a can of gas
And a fear that if it gets lost I won’t get it back
What I’m made of might not be much
But to me what I got, it’s enough
Even if it’s Daddy’s mud