Behind The Plow

I was born in Mississippi out on the little country town

I was born in Mississippi, 'round a little country town

Livin' on a little cotton farm, not very far from town

I plow all day long, I plow from sun to sun

I plow the old gray mule, I plow all day long

I be in the field at sunrise, I stay there until the sun go down

Mean, mean my old gray mule, get so tired, so tired

He wanna lay down, I said "No, no, no

You can't, you can't lay down"

Here listen, 'round about 11:30

He know when the bell gonna tone

Fun to go home, eat the old hay

In the old rack, me and my old gray mule

Would go all day long

The bistron broke, he want to lay down

My feet was tired, I was so worried

Little old country town, out in Mississippi

I go every saturday, that old commissary

Get that old meat, and old molasses

A load of hay, a old gray mule

He'll be so glad, when saturday come

He'll be so glad, when sunday come

He'll be so sorry, when monday come

When monday come, when monday come

Old gray mule, a old gray mule