The Old Gray Mule, I am an old man
I am an old man some sixty years old
And that you can plain-li see,
But when I was a young man ten years old
They made a stable boy of me.
I have seen the fastest horses
That made the fastest time,
But I never saw one in all my life
Like that old gray mule of mine.
On a Sunday morn I dress myself,
A-goin' out to ride;
Now, my old mule is as gray as a bird,
Then he is full of his pride.
He never runs away with you,
Never cuts up any shine;
For the only friend I have on earth
Is this old gray mule of mine.
Now my old gray mule is dead and gone,
Gone to join the heavenly band,
With silver shoes upon his feet
To dance on the golden strand.