Blue Mule Old & In The Way

Riding with the wind
She's come and gone again

Some say she came from Georgia
Some say from Tennessee
But there never was another like my old blue mule
Lord knows there'll never be

She could jump right over a mountain
She could outrun a diesel train
Her mother was that blue ox, babe
She was born in the eye of a hurricane

And the only race my blue mule ran
Was down in Tennessee
Against Molly and the Tenbrooks [?]
All the people came to see

Now Tenbrooks was the favourite
People said I was a fool
Riding high, wide and handsome
On my pretty blue mule

Hey, hey, hey blue mule
Riding with the wind
She's come and gone again
Hey, hey, hey blue mule
Ride on
Ride on blue mule