Lyrics:

Sylvester went out on his lot, he looked at his mule
And he decided he send the President some news
Sylvester went out on his lot, and he looked at his mule
And he decided he send the President some news

Sylvester walked out across his field, begin to pray and moan
He cried, 'Oh, lord, believe I'm gonna lose my home'
Sylvester walked out across his field, begin to pray and moan
He cried, 'Oh, lord, believe I'm gonna lose my home'

(Spoken: Play it, Dennis)

He thought about the President, he got on the wire
'If I lose my home, I believe I'll die'
He thought about the President, he got on the wire
'If I lose my home, I believe I'll die'

First time he called, he get him somebody else
'I don't want to talk to that man, I want to speak to Mr. President Roosevelt
First time he called, he get him somebody else
'I don't want to talk to that man, I want to speak to Mr. President Roosevelt

He said, 'Now, Sylvester, you can rest at ease
Catch that big, black jackass and go to the field
He said, 'Now, Sylvester, you can rest at ease
Catch that big, black jackass and go to the field