Get Behind The Mule Lyrics
| Song | Get Behind The Mule |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Mule Conversations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
| Get Behind the Mule | |
| Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp | |
| With a horrid little pistol and a lariat | |
| She's goin to the bottom | |
| And she's goin down the drain | |
| Said she wasn't big enough to carry it | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods | |
| You gotta meet me by the fall down tree | |
| Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid | |
| And I know they'll come lookin for me boys | |
| And I know they'll come a-lookin for me | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Big Jack Earl was 8'1 | |
| He stood in the road and he cried | |
| He couldn't make her love him | |
| Couldn't make her stay | |
| But tell the good Lord that he tried | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville | |
| On the wreck of the Weaverville stage | |
| Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade | |
| I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys | |
| Stirring my brandy with a nail | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Well the rampaging sons of the widow James | |
| Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid | |
| Had to stand naked at the bottom | |
| Of the cross | |
| And tell the good lord what they did | |
| Tell the good lord what they did | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Punctuated birds on the power line | |
| In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks | |
| I'm diggin all the way to China | |
| With a silver spoon | |
| While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys | |
| The hangman fumbles with the noose | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Pin your ear to the wisdom post | |
| Pin your eye to the line | |
| Never let the weeds get higher | |
| Than the garden | |
| Always keep a sapphire in your mind | |
| Always keep a diamond in your mind | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
| Get Behind the Mule | |
| Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp | |
| With a horrid little pistol and a lariat | |
| She' s goin to the bottom | |
| And she' s goin down the drain | |
| Said she wasn' t big enough to carry it | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods | |
| You gotta meet me by the fall down tree | |
| Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid | |
| And I know they' ll come lookin for me boys | |
| And I know they' ll come alookin for me | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Big Jack Earl was 8' 1 | |
| He stood in the road and he cried | |
| He couldn' t make her love him | |
| Couldn' t make her stay | |
| But tell the good Lord that he tried | |
| Chorus | |
| Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville | |
| On the wreck of the Weaverville stage | |
| Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade | |
| I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys | |
| Stirring my brandy with a nail | |
| Chorus | |
| Well the rampaging sons of the widow James | |
| Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid | |
| Had to stand naked at the bottom | |
| Of the cross | |
| And tell the good lord what they did | |
| Tell the good lord what they did | |
| Chorus | |
| Punctuated birds on the power line | |
| In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks | |
| I' m diggin all the way to China | |
| With a silver spoon | |
| While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys | |
| The hangman fumbles with the noose | |
| Chorus | |
| Pin your ear to the wisdom post | |
| Pin your eye to the line | |
| Never let the weeds get higher | |
| Than the garden | |
| Always keep a sapphire in your mind | |
| Always keep a diamond in your mind | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
| Get Behind the Mule | |
| Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp | |
| With a horrid little pistol and a lariat | |
| She' s goin to the bottom | |
| And she' s goin down the drain | |
| Said she wasn' t big enough to carry it | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| She got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods | |
| You gotta meet me by the fall down tree | |
| Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid | |
| And I know they' ll come lookin for me boys | |
| And I know they' ll come alookin for me | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Got to get behind the Mule | |
| In the morning and plow | |
| Big Jack Earl was 8' 1 | |
| He stood in the road and he cried | |
| He couldn' t make her love him | |
| Couldn' t make her stay | |
| But tell the good Lord that he tried | |
| Chorus | |
| Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville | |
| On the wreck of the Weaverville stage | |
| Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade | |
| I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys | |
| Stirring my brandy with a nail | |
| Chorus | |
| Well the rampaging sons of the widow James | |
| Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid | |
| Had to stand naked at the bottom | |
| Of the cross | |
| And tell the good lord what they did | |
| Tell the good lord what they did | |
| Chorus | |
| Punctuated birds on the power line | |
| In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks | |
| I' m diggin all the way to China | |
| With a silver spoon | |
| While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys | |
| The hangman fumbles with the noose | |
| Chorus | |
| Pin your ear to the wisdom post | |
| Pin your eye to the line | |
| Never let the weeds get higher | |
| Than the garden | |
| Always keep a sapphire in your mind | |
| Always keep a diamond in your mind | |
| Chorus |
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