MY NAME IS MUD   Writer Bill Anderson   RECORDED BY PORTER WAGONER      My name was Stranger on the night that we met   And then it was Sweetheart and it might have been yet   But my arms grew careless like a fear that they would   Now my arms are empty my lips are so cold and my name is Mud   My name is Mud my darling is gone   She won't even see me she won't even write me she won't even call   Oh they call me a cheater and they say I'm no good   And in any man's language my name is Mud   My true love worshipped the ground where I stand   Till the learned the hard way it was just shifting sand   Oh she cried enough teardrops to start her a flood   Teardrops soak my name in the sand and my name is Mud   My name is Mud...