No bricks, no cement, just sheets of tin Made up the walls, covered with tarpaulin No bricks, no cement, just sheets of tin Made up the walls, covered with tarpau...

O' god, Let that baby bud... O' god, Let that baby bud...

Made of mud and will return back to my prior position. Made of mud and will return back to my prior position.

The poem shows getting clogged in the mud of memories. The poem shows getting clogged in the mud of memories.

It is raining Raining in the winter. Happy, happier but not the happiest. It is raining Raining in the winter. Happy, happier but not the happiest.