richard thompson - the old pack mule lyrics
the old pack mule, he’s breathed his dying breath
poor old mule, they worked his +rs+ 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?
who wants his hooves? we’ll melt them down for glue
we’ll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the b+gg+r too
and who wants his tongue, that made a bl++dy row
he screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now
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 leave a little a something nice for them that’s left behind
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
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 leave a little a something nice for them that’s left behind
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