THE KICKING MULE

My uncle had an old grey mule
His name was Simon Slick
About anything you ever did see
Was how that mule could kick
Whoa! there mule I tell you
Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way

I went to feed that mule one morning
Met me with a smile
He backed one ear and winked one eye
And kicked me half a mile
Whoa there, mule, I tell you
Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way

This mule he is a kicker
He’s got an iron back
He headed off a railroad train
And kicked it off the track
Whoa there, mule, I tell you
Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way

You see that mule a-coming
He’s got a great big load
When you see that old grey mule
Give him all the road
Whoa there mule, I tell you
Whoa there mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way

Whoa there mule, I tell you
Whoa there mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way