09_South End Of A North Bound Mule

If I had a gun, I'd have done myself in
With a colt 45 and a bottle of gin
Got stepped over, walked on time and again
At too many turns I faced the same dead end
With one glass eye and a wicked grin
He took the plow from me, and led me straight in
To the south end, of the northbound mule
Pain goes through me like a shooting star
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far
Plowing up the dirt of an honest thought
That even if I quit, there's no way I would stop
I'm a mad-hatted, funky-habit, doggone fool
But you got to be tough as a general rule
At the south end, of a northbound mule
I moved to the city and to my alarm
More jack asses here than down on the farm
They'll give you enough to make ya feel good
Then leave in the gutter of their neighborhood
But for me, I took a solemn vow
These hands would never touch another goddamn plow
At the south end, of a northbound mule
At the south end, of a northbound mule
At the south end, of a northbound mule