The Old Pack Mule

Richard Thompson - Pop, Singer-Songwriter
The Old Pack Mule
2 Plays
Duration: 4:20
Lyrics
[Verse 1] The old pack mule, he's breathed his dying breath Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death His body's still warm though his soul's gone up above So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up? [Verse 2] And who wants his hooves? We'll melt 'em down for glue We'll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the bugger too And who wants his tongue that made a bloody row? He screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now [Chorus] Oh, it's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat I'd stab my neighbour in thе back for a little bit of meat It's hard times and hungry timеs so wouldn't it be kind To save a little something nice for them that's left behind? [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] And who wants his liver? There's rich pickings there We'll chop it up and carve it up, and each shall have a share And who wants his brain? The silly poor old dunce They say he hardly used it, he might have used it once [Chorus] Oh, it's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind To save a little something nice for them that's left behind? [Instrumental Break] [Verse 1] Oh, the old pack mule, he's breathed his dying breath Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death His body's still warm though his soul's gone up above So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
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- Richard Thompson