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The Memphis Town Musicians

            One day Ol’ Mule heard the farmer say to his wife, “That mule’s too old to pull a plow. 

I’m gonna take him down to the tannery and see what we can get for his hide.”

         “Tannery?  Hide?” Ol’ Mule’s ears pricked right up. “I may be old, but I’m not deaf.  And

I’m having none of that.”  When the farmer wasn’t looking, he kicked open the gate and headed

down the road.

         He didn’t have any particular idea of where he wanted to go, but he thought he might head

up to Memphis. He had heard that folks had some mighty good times up there.  It was a bright,

blue-sky day, so Ol’ Mule sang as he ambled along,

            Going up to Memphis
            Find my fortune there.
            Going up to Memphis,
            Find my fortune there.
            ‘Cause when I get t Memphis
             They’ll be good times everywhere.

            He brayed out loud and strong.

            He hadn’t gone far when he saw an old cat sitting by the side of the road wailing out the

saddest song he had ever heard.

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