Mule Train Songtext
von Burl Ives

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 lla;
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, c
Lippetty, 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.