Bless My Mule

I got a mule, a plow and a binder

My mule pulls my plow, plows my field

My binder’s in my house cookin’ my meal

I got me a deep fresh water well

Folks like to taste clear fifty miles round

And in my garden; y’all listen up

Two rows field pea, two mustard green

One tomato and four corn
(three for me and one for my mule)

One half okra, three squash on the vine

I am King of this castle; landlord of this land

Lowest still of the lowliest man

Yet on this little acre I do rule

All I ask of the Good Lord is,

Bless My Mule!