My uncle had an old grey mule

His name was Simon Slick
About anything you ever did see
Was how that mule could kick

Whoa! there mule I tell you
Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza

That mule sure wants his way
I went to feed that mule one morning
Met me with a smile

He backed one ear and winked one eye
And kicked me half a mile
Whoa there, mule, I tell you

Whoa that mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way

This mule he is a kicker
He's got an iron back
He headed off a railroad train

And kicked it off the track
Whoa there, mule, I tell you
Whoa that mule I say

Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way
You see that mule a-coming

He's got a great big load
When you see that old grey mule
Give him all the road

Whoa there mule, I tell you
Whoa there mule I say
Keep your seat Miss Liza

That mule sure wants his way
Whoa there mule, I tell you
Whoa there mule I say

Keep your seat Miss Liza
That mule sure wants his way