Use to have an old Banjo,

It was all strung up with twine,

And the only song you could hear me sing was,

I wish that gal was mine.

Well, I wish that gal was mine, boys.

I wish that gal was mine,

And the only song you could hear me sing,

Was I wish that gal was mine.

Whoa mule, you kicking mule,

Whoa mule, I say,

I ain't got time to kiss you now,

My mule has run away.

Took my wife to the barn yard,

And I sit her down to supper,

Well, she got choked on a turkey leg,

And stuck her nose in the butter.

Stuck her nose in the butter,

Stuck her nose in the butter,

Well, she got choked on a turkey leg,

And stuck her nose in the butter.

Whoa mule, you kicking mule,

Whoa mule, I say,

Tie a knot in that old mules tail,

Before he runs away.

Your face is like a coffee pot,

Your nose is like a spout,

Your mouth is like a fireplace,

With all the ashes out.

Well, With all the ashes out, boys,

With all the ashes out,

Your mouth is like a fireplace,

With all the ashes out.

Whoa mule, you kicking mule,

Whoa mule, I say,

I ain't got time to kiss you now,

My mule has run away.

{REPEAT AND FADE}