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Thread #60020   Message #960936
Posted By: ddw
28-May-03 - 10:14 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Mule Ridin' Blues (Broonzy)
Subject: Lyr Add: MULE RIDIN' BLUES (Big Bill Broonzy)
Jeep man --

I think this is what you're looking for.

MULE RIDIN' BLUES
By Bill Broonzy

One day I was ridin' along on my ol' mule,
Mindin' my own business and I wasn't botherin' a soul.
So I seed a ratcoon [raccoon] and a possum.
The ratcoon was up the 'simmon tree and the poor possum he was on the ground.
And I heared the possum holler up to the ratcoon, say, "Hey, Bub, will you throw me some 'simmons down?"
And the ratcoon hollered down to the possum, say, "Look, Bub," say, "You in the shade layin' down. Now what you worried about?"

So I spurred my mule and I went ridin' on down the road
Mindin' my own business and I wasn't botherin' a soul.
So I seed a rabbit and he was in the pea vine.
So I say, "Hey, Bub," I say, "Where you gwine [going]?"
So he bucked his eyes and he curled his tail; he said, "Look, Bub, I'm looking for muscadine."

So I spurred my mule and went ridin' on down the road
Mindin' my own business and I wasn't botherin' a soul.
So I seed a little red hen and a rooster
And I heared the little red hen say to the rooster, say, "Look, Bub," says, "I ain't gon' take this settin' down."
Say, "Me here hatchin' all white, black and brown, and you out catfishin' all over town."

So I spurred my mule and I went ridin' on down the road.
So I seed a beautiful girl,
So I say, "Hey, lady, are you married?"
She say, "No, Bub, and never been kissed."
I said, "Well, look, I got a twenty-dollar bill and a Cadillac car
And I knows a cute little place right over the hill."
She say, "Hey, Bub," said, "To heck with your Cadillac car, but keep talkin' about that hill and them twenty-dollar bills."

So I spurred my mule and I went ridin' on down the road
Mindin' my own business and I wasn't botherin' a soul.
So finally I rode into town
And I seed a man standin' at the window pullin' off his clothes.
Every time he'd pull off a piece, he'd throw it out the window.
So I say, "Hey, Bub," I say, "What goes?"
He said, "Look, Bub, if you knowed what I paid for this room and what's in it, them clothes I'm throwin' out the window'd be out of style when I come down."

cheers,

david