<p class="tit-song">THE OLD GRAY MULE <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page403" name="page403"></SPAN>(p. 403)</span></p>
<p>I am an old man some sixty years old<br/>
And that you can plain-li see,<br/>
But when I was a young man ten years old<br/>
They made a stable boy of me.</p>
<p>I have seen the fastest horses<br/>
That made the fastest time,<br/>
But I never saw one in all my life<br/>
Like that old gray mule of mine.</p>
<p>On a Sunday morn I dress myself,<br/>
A-goin' out to ride;<br/>
Now, my old mule is as gray as a bird,<br/>
Then he is full of his pride.</p>
<p>He never runs away with you,<br/>
Never cuts up any shine;<br/>
For the only friend I have on earth<br/>
Is this old gray mule of mine.</p>
<p>Now my old gray mule is dead and gone,<br/>
Gone to join the heavenly band,<br/>
With silver shoes upon his feet<br/>
To dance on the golden strand.</p>
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