Mule N' Plow

Hey mama, why your head hang low?

I see in your eyes, a blindin' toll

Hey mama, what the preacher man say?

The creek gonna raise, there's hell to pay

Hey mama, what if I left home?

With a buckskin pony and a long barrel gun

Way out along the Bitterroot range

I could punch a few cattle and make a little wage

Whoa now, mule n' plow

See your ground is fallow now

N' the yearlings won't make it to spring

Roll slow, whoopee ti yi yo

Get along lil' doggies, west we go

There's many more miles to the San Juan range

Whoa now, mule n' plow

See your ground is fallow now

N' the yearlings won't make it to spring

Roll slow, whoopee ti yi yo

Get along lil' doggies, west we go

There's many more miles to the San Juan range