Mule Train

　　Mule Train

　　Mule train, yeah, yeah.

　　Mule train: clippetty-clopping over hill and plain.

　　Seems as how they’ll never stop.

　　Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,

　　Clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

　　There’s a plug of chaw tobaccy for a rancher in Corolla;

　　A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona;

　　A dress of callico for a pretty Navajo.

　　Get along mule, get along.

　　Mule train, yeah, yeah.

　　Mule train: clippetty-clopping along the mountain chain.

　　Seems as though they're gonna recah the top.

　　Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,

　　Clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

　　There’s some cotton thread and needle for the folks away out yonder.

　　A shovel for a miner who left his home to wander.

　　Some rheumatism pills for the settlers in the hills.

　　Get along mule, get along.

　　Mule train, yeah, yeah.

　　Mule train: clippetty-clopping through the wind and rain.

　　They'll keep going till they drop.

　　Clippetty-clop, clippetty-clop, clippetty, clippetty,

　　Clippetty, clippetty, clippetty-clopping along.

　　There’s a letter full of sadness and it’s black around the border.

　　A pair of boots for someone who had them made to order.

　　A Bible in the pack for the Reverend Mr Black.

　　Get along mule, get along.

　　Get along mule, get along. Mule train.

　　Get along, get along