Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat goin’ to the bottom, goin’ down the drain Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow She got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid And I know they'll come lookin for me boys And I know they'll come a-lookin for me
You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow Get behind the Mule In the morning and plow You got to get behind the Mule In the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was 8'1 He stood in the road and he cried He couldn't make her love him Couldn't make her stay But tell the good Lord that he tried Now, tell the good Lord that he tried
(Chorus)
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys Stirring my brandy with a nail
(Chorus)
Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks I'm diggin’ all the way to China with a silver spoon while the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys the hangman fumbles with the noose
(Chorus)
Compositores: Thomas Alan Waits (Tom Waits), Kathleen Brennan ECAD: Obra #3751109