And we never got the mule, let alone the forty acres.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Folks are always talking about 40 acres and a mule, but what we need is some psychoanalysis. Forget 40 acres in a mule: sign all of us up for some shrinks so we can get ourselves right by reflecting and truly learning ourselves.
In Tennessee where I grew up, there were animals, farms, wagons, mules.
Harness mules and oxen, but give a horse a chance to run.
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.
It's just a little ranch. Thirty-five acres. In Texas, if it's not a thousand acres, it's considered a ranchette.
I grew up in a town outside of Waco, Texas, and we had 30 acres.
We were in all four men with eight animals; for besides the spare horses led by Shaw and myself, an additional mule was driven along with us as a reserve in case of accident.
I've got cattle on 4,000 acres about 100 miles east of Dallas, but I've also got another 65-acre ranch where I raise American miniature horses.
You got to have smelt a lot of mule manure before you can sing like a hillbilly.
If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.