On The Trail - Anita O'Day

The stubbornest mule I ever saw

He’s tossin' his head, he’s raisin' ol' Ned

He’s gettin' me all of a twitter

That ornery critter, he goes

He must have been born in Arkansas

Don’t want to be led, he wants to be fed

Why he’d make the Statue of Liberty

Flibberty-gibberty

He’s hankerin' for a hunk of straw

He can’t hear my song, he’s joggin' along

His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon

He’ll be eatin' his fill

(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)

(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)

(Clipperty-hopperti)

Over the rim of the hill

We’re on the trail

The sun is low, the canyon is wide

Hi-ee, hi-oo

We sing a song as we ride

We’re on the trail

My mule and I, we haven’t a care

Hi-ee, hi-oo

My heart is free as the air

Out on the ole painted desert

I know a wonderful site

Where we can build us a fire

Where we can spend the night

The sun will rise

And in the skies, the stars grow pale

Hi-ee, hi-oo

And we’ll be back on the trail

Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail