| Use to have an old Banjo
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| It was all strung up with twine
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| And the only song you could hear me sing was
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| I wish that gal was mine
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| Well, I wish that gal was mine, boys
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| I wish that gal was mine
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| And the only song you could hear me sing
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| Was I wish that gal was mine
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| Whoa mule, you kicking mule
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| Whoa mule, I say
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| I ain’t got time to kiss you now
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| My mule has run away
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| Took my wife to the barn yard
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| And I sit her down to supper
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| Well, she got choked on a turkey leg
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| And stuck her nose in the butter
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| Stuck her nose in the butter
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| Stuck her nose in the butter
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| Well, she got choked on a turkey leg
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| And stuck her nose in the butter
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| Whoa mule, you kicking mule
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| Whoa mule, I say
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| Tie a knot in that old mules tail
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| Before he runs away
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| Your face is like a coffee pot
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| Your nose is like a spout
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| Your mouth is like a fireplace
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| With all the ashes out
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| Well, With all the ashes out, boys
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| With all the ashes out
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| Your mouth is like a fireplace
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| With all the ashes out
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| Whoa mule, you kicking mule
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| Whoa mule, I say
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| I ain’t got time to kiss you now |
| My mule has run away |