"Get Behind The Mule (Spiritual)" lyrics

Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's going to the bottom and going 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 pleasing
The wine is so red and so pleasing

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

Well choppity chop goes the ax in the woods
Got to meet me by the fall-down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
I know they'll come a-looking for me boys
I know they'll come a-looking for me

The dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
Saw the wreck of the Weaverville stage
A Yankee traitor drinking 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