From the album Confessin'

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Lyrics

Sing to the Mule

Well my baby’s tailor made lord she ain’t no hand me down
Yeah my baby’s tailor made with the finest threads around
The bounce to her backyard make everybody turn around

Yeah you got to understand the way that woman thinks
Yeah it’s hard to understand oh the way that woman thinks
If you lead a horse to whiskey you don’t have to make him drink


(Chorus)
You got to pray when the devil plays that slide guitar
You bet you ass the angels do to all 12 bars
No need to crack the whip when you get behind the plow
You gotta’ sing to the mule she’ll pull it anyhow
Sing to the mule he’ll pull it anyhow

(Chorus)

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