Walter Brennan - Conversation With a Mule lyrics

I seen a farmer and a mule a-plowin'

Over on the moutainside

The farmer was a munblin' and a-grumblin'

As he plowed them furror deep and wide.

Well, as he went along a-plowin'

He wasa swearin and snortin' all the way

I overheared his conversation with his mule

And this is what I heared him say.

Old mule your the son of a jack-ass

And I'm the image of God

Said here we work hitched together

A toilin and a-tillin' the sod.

I wonder if you work for me

Or I work for you old mule

At times I think it's a partnership

Between a mule and a doggone fool.

When plowin' we go the same distance

But I work harder than you.

You skin the ground on four good legs

I hobble along on two.

So mule mathmatically speaking

Your four legs against my two

I do just twice the work for legs

Just twice as much as you.

Soon we'll be making the corn crop

That's probably 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

Your getting the best and how

I split my third amongst eight kids

A banker, six hens and a cow.

Right here mule I might mention

You only plow the ground

I shuck the corn and husk it

While you're hee-hawin' around.

All fall and part of winter

Ole mule you know that's true

I break my back with a cotton sack

Payin' off the mortgage on you.

So mule confidentially speakin'

Would you change places with me.

Would you take up all my worries

And still contented be?

Would you swap places I'm asking

Of course you know you couldn't

Would you if you could, now tell the truth

You're doggone right you wouldn't...