Sung by: Hallie Ormand

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Oh, I went down in Georgia,
And I ought to have been in school.
Couldn't get any horse to work,
So I had to take that mule.

That old mule was a kicker,
And he wore a kicker's name.
Kicked my darling on the jaw,
And he kicked her through the lane.
Come along, mule, don't you roll those eyes.
The darned old mule, be a mule until he dies.

(Mr. Ormand: "That's all I know of that thing.")

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