The elephant comes out of the mud.

Dropped in the mud, like the shoe.

Under six feet of dirt, maybe.

It was shining in the mud.

Ain't nothin' but mud.

He was covered with mud from head to foot.

He was covered in mud from head to foot.

They remove bitumen from the dirt in two ways.

Some hand picked it up, that shoe dropped in the mud.

If we turn around, we'll dig in deeper. So?

And not even blown up just stuck in the mud.

Got what you deserved, you mud snails.

I'll not leave a man to die in the mud.

He was covered with mud from head to foot.

He was covered in mud from head to foot.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

We cleaned schools.

We feasted and reveled and rutted in muck,

You're fine. It's just a little mud.

You'd betray me, too. Though I dragged you from a gutter, made you a man again.

They wait for the mud or snow to take their life.

Let's sink into the mud up to our necks.

In ten years time, the Chinese economy will be in the mud.

It can wash the sludge off high mountain peaks and hills, down into the lowlands.

A people's dream died there.

The rain did it, just lifted the old Queen up and carried her over the mud.

If they slip through, your name is mud! Yours too!

He would grind them into the clay they mold, double their labors.

Grasping a handful of dirt from a riverbank does leave one s hand more oily than tarred, and the greasy dirt is somewhat sandy.

The companies want the bitumen that Nature put in the oily dirt.

But when you found me out there in the dirt, you thought I was your father.

Men who've been good too long, long to wallow in the mud.

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They pad along barefooted, with the mud sucking at their heels in the wet parts.

If you call this muck coffee, I have to accept it.

You've lived in dirt so long, you can't understand anything else.

Work in the snow that quickly turns to frozen mud.

What is there in the mud of these slave pits that could keep you from my arms?

The wicked were like a troubled sea whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud and was buried in the blizzard A people's dream died there, and it was a beautiful dream.

Awkwardly for environmentalists, Nature put corrosive bitumen in the dirt.

Unfortunately though, a young calf was unlucky enough to get stuck in the mud when visiting the lagoon recently.

But the key to Communist victory wasn't weapons or stamina, it was a dirt road.