Conversation With A Mule - Arthur Smith

Between a mule and a doggone

When plowin', we go the same distance

But I work harder than you

You skim the ground on four good legs

And I hobble along on two

So, mule, mathematically speakin'

You’re four legs 'gainst my two

I do twice the work per leg

I do twice as much as you.

Now soon we’ll be makin' the corn crop

That crop’ll be split three ways

A third for you, a third for me

And a third for the landlords' pay

You take your third and eat it

You’re gettin the best!

And How!

I split my third amongst the wife and eight kids

The banker, six hens and a cow.

And right here mule, I might mention

You only plow the ground

I shock the corn and husk it

While you’re hee-hawin' around

All Fall and part of the Winter

Old mule, you know it’s true

I break my back with a cotton sack

Tryin' to pay off the mortgage on you.

The only time I’m your better

Is when election comes

A man can vote and a mule cannot

But that don’t worry you none

Because you’re a wise old donkey

You know what to worry about

You knew politics wouldn’t help you none

And I’m just findin' it out.

So, mule, confidentially speaking

Would you change places with me

Would you take up all my worries

And still contented be

Would you swap places, I’m askin'

'Course, you know we couldn’t

But would you, if you could, now tell the truth

You’re doggone right, you wouldn’t.

Source:

200 years of American Heritage in Song.

Country Music Hall of Fame