Rented Mule

Rented Mule

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Our songs tell stories that take liberties with truth, but ring true. It's Americana with a darker edge and a rockin good time. It's alt.country with songs about heartache and murder, love and pain and loss.

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Lyrics

Little Sister

Written By: Kate McCoy

Something's hurt little sister
She won't realy say
When she tried to tell us
We just turned away

Have you seen little sister?
She's gone this time so long
She stopped trying to tell us
Why things feel so wrong

Well it's hard to know the road to take
When the road back home's so rough
And you pray the Lord your soul to take
And you pray that it's enough

Don't give up little sister
I know you'll find your way
You're just out there looking
For some brighter day

Well it's hard to know the road to take
When the road back home's so rough
And you pray the Lord your soul to take
And you pray that it's enough

Pray for my little sister
For the nights are dark and long
Star shine bright up over the hill
And bring her safely home

Put the Bottle Down

Written By: Kate McCoy

My daddy never drank at home
Buying rounds, picking fights at the bar
He'd roll on home a demon
My mamma still wears the scars

He couldn't put the bottle down
He had to make the rounds
He couldn't put the bottle down

He'd go to church on Sunday
Sweating whiskey through his shirt
Sweet Jesus, Lord have mercy
Well it never seemed to work

He couldn't put the bottle down
He had to make the rounds
He couldn't put the bottle down

I heard the gravel crunch a mile away
Jumped awake at quarter to four
My mamma, she was waiting
With a shotgun aimed at the door

Oh mamma, put the shotgun down
Someday he'll come around
Oh mamma, put the shotgun down

My daddy never drank at home

It Must be Jesus Calling

Written By: Kate McCoy

Billy felt the call when he was just seventeen
Rushin’ up from the ground through his feet
Made his heart beat fast and his ears turn red
He got scared of himself and then he said

CHORUS
Well, it must be Jesus calling
He’s calling, he’s calling me
Well, it must be Jesus calling
He’s calling, he’s calling me

VERSE 2
Well, he went around the mountain with a bible in his hand
Holdin’ meetings in the sheriff’s corn field
Praise Jesus, layin hands, so sure of himself
He knew he saw heaven revealed

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INSTRUMENTAL—verse and chorus music

VERSE 3
Well, the women thought him fine with his passion and his fire
Not to mention that he wore a suit well
They’d treat him real nice when he came to call
He just didn’t know who not to tell
VERSE 4
Sometimes preachers get in trouble and the devil strays from hell
Foreman Johnson’s wife could tell you that it’s true
When Johnson pulled the trigger Bettie cried as Billy fell
He’d go to his judgment too soon

CHORUS X2