Old Mule by Arthur Smith (Spoken)      Old mule, you're the son of a donkey    And I'm in the image of God    Yet, here we work, hitched together   Toilin' and 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 skim the ground on four good legs   And I hobble along on two   So, mule, mathematically speakin'   You're four legs 'gainst my two   I do twice the work per leg   I do twice as much as you.      Now soon we'll be makin' the corn crop   That crop'll be 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   You're gettin the best! And How!   I split my third amongst the wife and eight kids   The banker, six hens and a cow.      And right here mule, I might mention   You only plow the ground   I shock the corn and husk it   While you're hee-hawin' around   All Fall and part of the Winter   Old mule, you know it's true      I break my back with a cotton sack   Tryin' to pay off the mortgage on you.       The only time I'm your better   Is when election comes   A man can vote and a mule cannot   But that don't worry you none   Because you're a wise old donkey   You know what to worry about   You knew politics wouldn't help you none   And I'm just findin' it out.       So, mule, confidentially speaking   Would you change places with me   Would you take up all my worries   And still contented be   Would you swap places, I'm askin'   'Course, you know we couldn't   But would you, if you could, now tell the truth   You're doggone right, you wouldn't.