Well a way up high in the mountains
In the kingdom of the Pine
I lived with the best old pal I know
That old white mule of mine

When they have a dance in the valley
I quit my job at the still
I climb aboard my old white mule
An go ridin' down the hill

Oh his back's caved in and he's mighty thin
But his legs are strong and fine
I sing a song as we go along
This old white mule of mine

He shares my joys and sorrows
He shares my bed and wine
He even wants to share my girl
But that's where I draw the line

The other night we quarrelled
And I called him a nasty name
So he kicked me down the mountain side
But I love him just the same

Oh his back's caved in and he's mighty thin
But his legs are strong and fine
So I sing a song as he carries me on
This old white mule of mine

Well the judgment day's a-coming
And the Golden Stars I'll climb
I know St. Peter will welcome me
And this old white mule of mine

Oh his back's caved in and he's mighty thin
But his legs are strong and fine
I sing my song as he carries me on
This old white mule of mine

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Writer(s): Bob Nolan