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Old mule, you're the son of a donkey And I'm in the image of God Yet, here we work, hitched togetherToilin' and tillin' the sodI 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 distanceBut I work harder than youYou skim the ground on four good legsAnd I hobble along on twoSo, mule, mathematically speakin'You're four legs 'gainst my twoI do twice the work per legI do twice as much as you.Now soon we'll be makin' the corn cropThat crop'll be split three waysA third for you, a third for meAnd a third for the landlords' payYou take your third and eat itYou're gettin' the best! And How!I split my third amongst the wife and eight kidsThe banker, six hens and a cow.Letras de cancionesAnd right here mule, I might mentionYou only plow the groundI shock the corn and husk itWhile you're hee-hawin' aroundAll Fall and part of the WinterOld mule, you know it's trueI break my back with a cotton sackTryin' to pay off the mortgage on you. The only time I'm your betterIs when election comesA man can vote and a mule cannotBut that don't worry you noneBecause you're a wise old donkeyYou know what to worry aboutYou knew politics wouldn't help you noneAnd I'm just findin' it out. So, mule, confidentially speakingWould you change places with meWould you take up all my worriesAnd still contented beWould you swap places, I'm askin''Course, you know we couldn'tBut would you, if you could, now tell the truthYou're doggone right, you wouldn't. From Letras Mania