The Kickin’ Mule

The Kickin’ 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