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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We're dirty but we're dreaming |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We'll both get there someday |
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All you ramblers, you silk tongue gamblers |
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Listen to my tale |
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It won't take long to sing you my song |
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Full of trouble and despair |
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So fair thee well, you troubadours |
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Whose pockets have no lining |
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I can tell you that all pastures stay green |
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But you know that I'd be lying |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We're dirty but we're dreaming |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We'll both get there someday |
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My own true love is a raven haired girl |
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Who lives way back down the hollow |
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I take her by her lily white hair |
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And into the woods we wonder |
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Her daddy was a river man |
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As mad as a hatter |
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Her mama, she's as soft as snow |
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But that don't really matter |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We're dirty but we're dreaming |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We'll both get there someday |
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Sometimes a road is rocky and hard |
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Full of dangers unrelenting |
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Just take great care to follow your stars |
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Let the good times come aplenty |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We're dirty but we're dreaming |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We'll both get there someday |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We're dirty but we're dreaming |
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Whoa mule, whoa mule |
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We'll both get there someday |
