You got to have smelt a lot of mule manure before you can sing like a hillbilly.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm no hillbilly singer.
I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.
I used to go to the stables and fool with the mules. My mother lived in constant fear that I might be brought home with a hoof print on my stomach.
If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.
You're not going to hear me sing about being on a tractor or being married... because I don't know anything about that.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
Once in a while I get inspired and finish my act with the hillbilly hoedown.
I still fit in with the hillbillies!
Harness mules and oxen, but give a horse a chance to run.
And we never got the mule, let alone the forty acres.