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 'til 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 Hmm, hmm 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 comes, when Monday come Old gray mule, a old gray mule