Lyrics Get Behind The Mule - Spiritual - Tom Waits

Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's goin to the bottom
And she's goin down the drain
Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
Said she wasn't big enough to carry it

Well the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross
And tell the good lord what they did

They had to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Had to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
They had to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the Weeds
Was born at this time for a reason
And when I'm dead I'll be dead a long time
But the wine is so red and so pleasin'
The wine is so red and so pleasin'

Big Jack Earl was 8'1'
He stood in the road and he cried
He couldn't make her love him
Couldn't make her stay
But tell the good Lord that he tried

Had to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Had to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
I know they'll come lookin for me boys
I know they'll come a-lookin for me

The dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
Saw the wreck of the Weaverville stage
A Yankee traitor drinkin' old lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail

Someday
I have to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
I have to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
I have to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

I have to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

In the morning and plow
In the morning and plow
In the morning and plow
In the morning and plow