Mule

That mule is full of piss and sin and fire Kicking out Saturdays like glass I sit and watch the river rising Kicking out soil and brush and grass I've got crows up in my bedroom There are sparrows in my tea As I run away the cock calls Three more times he answers me Saying take me back down to the southland Where minds are slow as feet are fast We will know home when we find it We will stay if the feeling lasts I am not afraid of fighting In some town that I don't know As long as that mule's in my corner As long as everybody knows So take the cows back out to pasture Throw them goats back in the sea As I run away the cock calls Three more times he answers me Saying take me back down to the southland Where we grow old but forget the past We will know home when we find it We will stay if the feeling lasts Let the feeling last