Whoa, mule, whoa,

voiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-12) For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Arlie Lynch Route 5, Rogers, Arkansas August 13, 1958 Reel 255-56, Item 23 The Kicking Mule There was a man lived in this town, His name was Simon Slick; He had a wandering cross-eyed mule, And how that mule would kick! He'd flop his ears, he'd switch his tail, He'd meet you with a smile; And when he'd stretch those hind legs out, He'd send you a half-a-mile. Chorus: Whoa, mule, whoa, Whoa, mule, whoa, Everytime that nigger looked around, It was whoa, mule, whoa; Whoa, mule, whoa, Whoa, mule, whoa, Every time that nigger looked around It was whoa, mule, whoa. He bit a thomas cat in two, He paralized a hog; He knocked a feather from the old gray goose, And he killed that Chinaman's dog. He knocked a feather from that goose, He broke an elephant's back; He stopped a Texas railway train And kicked it off the track. (Chorus) He saw a steamboat coming, He kicked it out of sight; He kicked a skating ring in two At nine o'clock at night, Left them standing on their heads A-gasping for their breath; He stuck his hind leg down his throat And kicked himself to death.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation