Old Mule by Arthur (Spoken)
Old mule, the son of a donkey And I'm in the of God Yet, here we work, hitched Toilin' and the sod I wonder if you for me Or I work for you, old At times I it's a partnership Between a and a doggone fool.
When plowin', we go the distance But I work than you You the ground on four good legs And I along on two So, mule, speakin' You're legs 'gainst my two I do twice the per leg I do twice as as you.
Now soon be makin' the corn crop crop'll be split three ways A for you, a third for me And a for the landlords' pay You take third and eat it gettin the best! And How! I my third amongst the wife and eight kids The banker, six and a cow.
And right here mule, I might You only the ground I shock the and husk it While hee-hawin' around All and part of the Winter Old mule, you know it's
I my back with a cotton sack to pay off the mortgage on you.
The only I'm your better Is election comes A man can vote and a mule But don't worry you none Because you're a old donkey You know to worry about You knew politics wouldn't help you And I'm just it out.
So, mule, speaking Would you change with me you take up all my worries And still be Would you places, I'm askin' 'Course, you know we But would you, if you could, now tell the You're right, you wouldn't.