Crossing Muddy Waters
John Hiatt Lyrics


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My baby's gone and I don't know why
She let out this morning
Like a rusty shot in a hollow sky
She left me without warning
Sooner than the dogs could bark
And faster than the sun rose
Down to the banks in an old mule car
She took a flatboat across the shallow

Left me in my tears to drown
She left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters

Tobacco standing in the fields
Be rotten come November
And a bitter heart will not reveal
A spring that love remembers
When that sweet brown girl of mine
Her black eyes are ravens
We broke the bread and drank the wine
From a jug that she'd been saving

Left me in my tears to drown
She left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
She's crossing muddy waters

Baby's crying and the daylight's gone
That big oak tree is groaning
In a rush of wind and river of song
I can hear my true love moaning
Crying for her baby child
Or crying for her husband
Crying for that river's wild
To take her from her loved ones

Left me in my tears to drown
She left a baby daughter
Now the river's wide and deep and brown
And she's crossing muddy waters





Now the river's wide and deep and brown
And she's crossing muddy waters

Overall Meaning

In “Crossing Muddy Waters,” John Hiatt sings about a woman who leaves him, taking their baby daughter with her, and crosses the river to start anew. Hiatt uses vivid imagery to help listeners envision the emotional turmoil he is experiencing. The opening line, “My baby’s gone and I don’t know why,” sets a sad and disorienting tone. Hiatt goes on to describe how she left without warning, leaving him to “drown” in a river of tears as she used an old mule car to reach the banks and cross the water on a “flatboat.” He seems to be imagining her journey and suggests that it is difficult, with the river being “wide and deep and brown” and her crossing “muddy waters.”


The second verse widens the scope of the lyrics and introduces themes of death, love, and renewal. The music is mournful, melancholic, and the lyrics only add to the feeling of sadness, as Hiatt mentions the tobacco fields that will rot soon and a person whose heart is so bitter, they cannot recognize or appreciate love when it comes. But the song also talks about how love will rise again as it mentions the woman with raven-black eyes who shared a jug of wine with Hiatt. The use of the metaphor of spring, when flowers bloom again and nature renews, is a nod to the idea of hope - that life continues, and love will eventually find a way.


Line by Line Meaning

My baby's gone and I don't know why
I'm confused about why my partner left me


She let out this morning
She left this morning


Like a rusty shot in a hollow sky
Her departure felt sudden and jarring


She left me without warning
She didn't give me any indication or explanation for leaving


Sooner than the dogs could bark
She left very quickly


And faster than the sun rose
She left very early in the morning


Down to the banks in an old mule car
She left in a simple, rural manner


She took a flatboat across the shallow
She crossed the river by boat


Left me in my tears to drown
She left me feeling sad and alone


She left a baby daughter
She also abandoned our child


Now the river's wide and deep and brown
The river seems daunting and difficult to cross


She's crossing muddy waters
She's leaving behind everything in pursuit of something better


Tobacco standing in the fields
The tobacco is in the fields for harvest


Be rotten come November
The tobacco will become useless if not harvested in time


And a bitter heart will not reveal
A person who is bitter won't show their emotions


A spring that love remembers
A memory of a past romance


When that sweet brown girl of mine
Referring to his former partner


Her black eyes are ravens
Her dark eyes are like black birds


We broke the bread and drank the wine
We shared a meal together


From a jug that she'd been saving
The wine was being saved for a special occasion


Baby's crying and the daylight's gone
It's nighttime and the baby is crying


That big oak tree is groaning
The tree is making noise in the wind


In a rush of wind and river of song
The wind and river are making a lot of noise


I can hear my true love moaning
He can hear his former partner in anguish


Crying for her baby child
She's upset about leaving her child


Or crying for her husband
She may also be upset about leaving her partner


Crying for that river's wild
She may also be upset about what lies ahead


To take her from her loved ones
She's leaving to get away from the people she loves


And she's crossing muddy waters
She's leaving everything behind and starting anew


Now the river's wide and deep and brown
The river is still intimidating and challenging


And she's crossing muddy waters
She's determined to move forward despite the obstacles




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOHN HIATT

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@thescrivener8516

A brilliant, under-appreciated singer/songwriter/musician. Cant wait to see him in 2024!

@ThatSeventiesRockFan

Wonderful musician and always brilliant live.

@richardblock2458

Hiatt is one of America's best writers and performers. This is proof.

@ThatSeventiesRockFan

He is a national treasure!

@joelfortenberry7865

Is there any one group of people that realize together as one that John should be understood for what he is- one of the finest - songwriter first, but also singer; acoustic ; performers; players

@ThatSeventiesRockFan

He's a special artist, very few like him. Very underappreciated. the nearest equivalent would be Nick Lowe and of course they have worked together!

@Kaleidoscope369

John Hiatt has the magic touch here…both in his singing and beautiful playing. ❤️

@ThatSeventiesRockFan

He is a treasure.

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You bet!!

@clifforddeintje5438

A song writer and storyteller of the highest order. And don't forget that voice!! Unique in the greatest sense of the word. Go Johnny go......

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