Frankie Laine – Mule Train Lyrics
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 Corolla; A guitar for a cowboy way out in Arizona; A dress of callico for a pretty Navajo. Get along … Read more