I'm gonna tear it down (bed slats and all)
Oh, I'm tearing it right down (bed slats and all)
I'm tearing it down, (bed slats and all)
I'm tearing it down, (bed slats and all)
If I catch another mule kicking in my stall
Papa's gonna tear it down, I mean,
Papa's gonna tear it down.

Went to my window, see what could I see,
Gal was sitting on another man's knee
Cooked good biscuits and she cooked them brown
Think I'm the man brought [?] to town
But if I catch another mule kicking in my stall,
Boy, I'm gonna tear it down, I mean,
Boy, I'm gonna tear it down.

repeat verse 1

scatting

repeat verse 1

Went to my window and my window was drawn*
Went to my door and my door was locked
Stepped right back and I shook my head
A big black nigger in my folding bed
Shot through the window and I broke the glass
I never seen a little nigger run so fast
I catch another mule kicking in my stall,
Boy, I'm gonna tear it down.
[*sounds like; it's audibly "propped" in the earlier "On the Road Again," from which this verse is lifted]

Burse then laughs a chorus while the others scat