Damn Ole Mule

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He was just an onry ole Jackass,

Nothing but a headstrong mule.

If he caught you napping,

Submitted: April 08, 2007

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He was just an onry ole Jackass,

Nothing but a headstrong mule.

If he caught you napping,

You’d wind up being the fool.

When the doc’s put dad out to pasture,

That mule was the first thing he bought,

Let him out back of the house.

In about a three acre lot.

Now that mule had always been worked hard,

He thought he’d "upstairs."

Cause dad would moddley, coddle that old buck.

My God, they were a pair.

That mule would run you out of the pasture,

Nipping your butt all the way.

But would follow my dad around like a puppy,

And do it all day.

Then came the time

The Lord called my dad to come home,

That mule should have went too.

For dad left him alone.

That old mule didn’t last a week,

Just lay down and died.

And though I hated that mule’s very breath.

I sat in the stable and cried.

Now it’s been a few years,

Since my dad passed away,

Time’s coming on me,

My temple’s have turned gray.

In a few years, I figure on visiting dad,

And though immortality forsakes me,

I know I won’t be sad.

I know when I approach Heaven,

I’ll see that mule that I hate.

Nipping at St. Peter’s butt,

Chasing him out of Heaven’s gate.


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