Whoa mule, whoa mule We're dirty but we're 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 Whoa mule, whoa mule We're dirty but we're dreaming Whoa mule, whoa mule We'll both get there someday My own true love is a raven haired girl Who 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 Whoa mule, whoa mule We're dirty but we're dreaming Whoa mule, whoa mule We'll both get there someday Sometimes a road is rocky and hard Full of dangers unrelenting Just take great care to follow your stars Let the good times come aplenty Whoa mule, whoa mule We're dirty but we're dreaming Whoa mule, whoa mule We'll both get there someday Whoa mule, whoa mule We're dirty but we're dreaming Whoa mule, whoa mule We'll both get there someday © PSYCHEDELIC HIPPOPOTAMUS; SHETLAND BOLERO SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com