On The Trail

On The Trail - Frankie laine

Written by：F. Grafe/H. Adamson

Hee hop hee hop mule

Hop hee hop hee hop

The stubbornest mule I ever saw

He's tossin' his head he's raisin' old ned

He's gettin' me all of a twitte

That ornery critter he goes

Hop hee hop hee hop

He must have been born in Arkansas

Don't want to be led he wants to be fed

Why he'd make the statue of liberty

Flibberty gibberty

Hop hee hop hee hop

He's hankerin' for a hunk of straw

He can't hear my song

He's joggin' along

His footsteps that are beating

Are tellin' him soon

He'll be eatin' his fill

Clipperty hopperti

Clipperty clop

Clipperty hopperti

Clipperty clop

Clipperty hopperti

Over the rim of the hill

We're on the trail

The sun is low

The canyon is wide

Hie hio

We sing a song as we ride

We're on the trail

My mule and I we haven't a care

Hie hio

My heart is free as the air

Out on the ole painted desert

I know a wonderful site

Where we can build us a fire

Where we can spend the night

The sun will rise

And in the skies

The stars grow pale

Hie hio

And we'll be back on the trail

Be back on the trail

The trail the trail