Mule In The Flowers

You've got a run up them stockings, babe
You've got a run up them stockings, babe
I see it running up the inside of your leg
And, Lord, the body aches

Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers
Maybe I'm a better man well-fed

Even far across the street corner
You know a man lost in wonder
You see a man wake to hunger
After a long fast

And we stop to talk, one friend to another
One sees sun coming, the other thunder
I said come on in, the water is cool
But not cold

Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
Sun is shining, the weeds are growing
One thing I know that's always increasing
Is the past

Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm an old dog rolling over
Maybe I'm a mule in the flowers
Maybe I'm a better man well-fed