| The stubbornest mule I ever saw
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| He’s tossin' his head, he’s raisin' ol' Ned
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| He’s gettin' me all of a twitter
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| That ornery critter, he goes
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| He must have been born in Arkansas
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| Don’t want to be led, he wants to be fed
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| Why he’d make the Statue of Liberty
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| Flibberty-gibberty
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| He’s hankerin' for a hunk of straw
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| He can’t hear my song, he’s joggin' along
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| His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon
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| He’ll be eatin' his fill
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| (Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
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| (Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
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| (Clipperty-hopperti)
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| Over the rim of the hill
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| We’re on the trail
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| The sun is low, the canyon is wide
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| Hi-ee, hi-oo
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| We sing a song as we ride
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| We’re on the trail
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| My mule and I, we haven’t a care
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| Hi-ee, hi-oo
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| My heart is free as the air
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| Out on the ole painted desert
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| I know a wonderful site
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| Where we can build us a fire
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| Where we can spend the night
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| The sun will rise
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| And in the skies, the stars grow pale
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| Hi-ee, hi-oo
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| And we’ll be back on the trail
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| Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail |