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 1130

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