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