Lyrics - The Old Man And The Mule

Way, way out in the country, there’s a little old wooden shack On the other side of the railroad track There is a mule on the field with an old man on his back

Well, the old, old man in the country He works hard both night and day To keep his son in school so far away Every night the old man is on his knees to pray

And he says, I want so bad For my boy to have the chance I never had And he said, sweat lord, I want nothing else Bad for my boy to make something of himself

Now way up north in the city, with eyes of flaming red The whiskey bottle is scattered all around is bed Give the old man’s son, rest his drunken head And he says: please lord, i want nothing else Bad for my boy to make something of himself