Behind the Plow

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
I plow all day long, I plow from sun to sun
I plow the old gray mule, I plow all day long

[Verse 3]
I be in the field at sunrise, I stay there until 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

[Verse 4]
The bistron broke, he want to lay down
My feet was tired, I was so worried
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 come, when monday come
Old gray mule, a old gray mule