This was a horse drawn plow demonstration in the field of the Pearl S. Buck Birthplace in a small town called Hillsboro, West Virginia in an Appalachian Mountain valley where I lived for a spell. Keep it in mind as you listen to this song. It’s got to be one of the hottest songs ever written about mules and plows! “Take 'at wick to task And work me all night 'neath the flame … I'm a hillside plow Working one way then the other I don't run around in circles I work right on up the side Startin' at the foot Going past the shoulder 'Til the sweat erodes And the whole hill slides.”