Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 5 hours ago
đž Lady Landlord â Muddy Rock
Rent dayâs creepinâ âround,
And my pockets still are bare.
Sheâs tappinâ on my doorway,
Got that âpay up nowâ stare.
I said, âMaâam, Iâm broke againâŠâ
She just smiled, said, âIâm aware.â
âCause my Lady Landlord knows
I got other ways to pay my share.
When the ledgerâs lookinâ ugly,
And my walletâs lookinâ thinâŠ
She leans in close and whispers,
âBaby, you know the deal againâŠâ
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She donât want no cash from me, no, no.
Says, âForget the rent, honeyâ
Just get down low where I canât see.â
Lady LandlordâŠ
Sheâs the queen of this old room key,
And when I canât pay the price,
She says, âBoy, just pay it orallyâŠâ
She keeps her office dim-lit,
Perfume floatinâ through the air.
Sits back in that leather chair,
Runs her fingers through her hair.
Says, âYouâre late again this monthâ
But I like the way you careâŠâ
Yeah, she donât take credit or debit,
But she loves my âserviceâ downstairs.
She closes up the invoice,
Slides it right across her thighâŠ
Says, âBaby, donât you worryâ
Iâll let you stay another nightâŠâ
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She donât ask for checks or fees.
Just says, âPut your mouth to work
And show me gratitude, babyâŠâ
Lady LandlordâŠ
She keeps me housed and rent-free,
âCause when evictionâs knockinâ,
She says, âBoy, come knock on meâŠâ
And some men work the factory,
Some men haul the freightâŠ
But I got a different overtime
When Iâm tryinâ to pay it late.
She says, âYou want that roof above you?
Then you know what pleases meâŠâ
So I give her all my passion
âCause she gives me residency.
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She knows Iâm broke as I can be.
Says, âDonât stress the rent, sugarâ
Just get down on your kneesâŠâ
Lady LandlordâŠ
Yeah, she keeps my lights on free,
âCause every time Iâm short on cash,
She says, âBaby, pay in ecstasyâŠâ
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Muddy Rock is a hard edged blues-rock band born in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee â a city where the river runs thick, the nights run hot, and the blues never dies. Their sound is a heavy collision of Beale Street soul, Delta dirt, and rock thunder, carrying the spirit of the old juke joints straight into the modern age.
Raised on the legends â from the blues masters to the Memphis shouters â Muddy Rock takes the old blues foundation and pours gasoline on it. The result: thick, swampy guitar riffs, smoke-and-gravel vocals, and heavy backbeats that land like boots on a barroom floor.
The band came together playing late-night sets in smoky Memphis bars, plugging into beat-up tube amps and winning crowds one shaking floorboard at a time. Word spread fast: Muddy Rock wasnât polished â they were real.
The kind of real that comes from sweat-soaked rooms, busted strings, and songs written during stormy nights when the rent was late and the bottle was empty.
đž Lady Landlord â Muddy Rock
Rent dayâs creepinâ âround,
And my pockets still are bare.
Sheâs tappinâ on my doorway,
Got that âpay up nowâ stare.
I said, âMaâam, Iâm broke againâŠâ
She just smiled, said, âIâm aware.â
âCause my Lady Landlord knows
I got other ways to pay my share.
When the ledgerâs lookinâ ugly,
And my walletâs lookinâ thinâŠ
She leans in close and whispers,
âBaby, you know the deal againâŠâ
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She donât want no cash from me, no, no.
Says, âForget the rent, honeyâ
Just get down low where I canât see.â
Lady LandlordâŠ
Sheâs the queen of this old room key,
And when I canât pay the price,
She says, âBoy, just pay it orallyâŠâ
She keeps her office dim-lit,
Perfume floatinâ through the air.
Sits back in that leather chair,
Runs her fingers through her hair.
Says, âYouâre late again this monthâ
But I like the way you careâŠâ
Yeah, she donât take credit or debit,
But she loves my âserviceâ downstairs.
She closes up the invoice,
Slides it right across her thighâŠ
Says, âBaby, donât you worryâ
Iâll let you stay another nightâŠâ
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She donât ask for checks or fees.
Just says, âPut your mouth to work
And show me gratitude, babyâŠâ
Lady LandlordâŠ
She keeps me housed and rent-free,
âCause when evictionâs knockinâ,
She says, âBoy, come knock on meâŠâ
And some men work the factory,
Some men haul the freightâŠ
But I got a different overtime
When Iâm tryinâ to pay it late.
She says, âYou want that roof above you?
Then you know what pleases meâŠâ
So I give her all my passion
âCause she gives me residency.
Oh, Lady LandlordâŠ
She knows Iâm broke as I can be.
Says, âDonât stress the rent, sugarâ
Just get down on your kneesâŠâ
Lady LandlordâŠ
Yeah, she keeps my lights on free,
âCause every time Iâm short on cash,
She says, âBaby, pay in ecstasyâŠâ
----------------------------------------------------
Muddy Rock is a hard edged blues-rock band born in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee â a city where the river runs thick, the nights run hot, and the blues never dies. Their sound is a heavy collision of Beale Street soul, Delta dirt, and rock thunder, carrying the spirit of the old juke joints straight into the modern age.
Raised on the legends â from the blues masters to the Memphis shouters â Muddy Rock takes the old blues foundation and pours gasoline on it. The result: thick, swampy guitar riffs, smoke-and-gravel vocals, and heavy backbeats that land like boots on a barroom floor.
The band came together playing late-night sets in smoky Memphis bars, plugging into beat-up tube amps and winning crowds one shaking floorboard at a time. Word spread fast: Muddy Rock wasnât polished â they were real.
The kind of real that comes from sweat-soaked rooms, busted strings, and songs written during stormy nights when the rent was late and the bottle was empty.
