Kickin’ Mule

As I went down to the huckleberry picnic
Dinner all over the ground
Skeppers in the meat was nine foot deep
And the green flies walking all around

The biscuits in the oven was a-baking
Beefsteak frying in the pan
Pretty gal sitting in the parlour
Lord God A’mighty what a hand I stand

   Whoa there mule I tell you
   Miss Liza you keep cool
   I ain’t got time to kiss you now
   I’m busy with this mule

My uncle had an old mule
His name was Simon Slick
Love anything I ever did see
But how that mule could kick

Went to feed that mule one morning
And he met me at the door with a smile
He backed one ear and he winked one eye
And he kicked me half a mile