[Chorus] Whoa mule, whoa mule, we're dirty but were dreaming Whoa mule, whoa mule, we'll both get there someday
All you ramblers, you silk tongue gamblers Listen to my tale It won't take long, to sing you my song Full of trouble and despair So fair thee well, you troubadours Whose pockets have no lining I can tell you that all pastures stay green But you know that I'd be lying
My own true love is a raven haired girl Whose lives way back down the hollow I take her by her lily white hair And into the woods we wonder Her daddy was a river man As mad as a hatter Her mama she's as soft as snow But that don't really matter
Sometimes a road is rocky and hard Full of dangers unrelenting Just take great care to follow your stars Let the good times come a plenty
Writer/s: CHRIS ROBINSON, CHRISTOPHER MARK ROBINSON, RICH ROBINSON, RICHARD S. ROBINSON
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Who writes a song about a name they found in a phone book? That's just one of the everyday things these guys find to sing about. Anything in their field of vision or general scope of knowledge is fair game. If you cross paths with them, so are you.
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