I went up on the mountain to get me a sack of sand.
A vet come and set his dogs on me and a fowl some slapped his hand.
Well boy, woe me will I say, keep your seat in Miss Liza Jane, that mule's gonna run away.
I was nut mad tossin' down a taterie some wine.
Next along in the swangin' Lord, I'm afraid she'll never die.
Well boy, woe me will I say, keep your seat in Miss Liza Jane, that mule's gonna run away.
I kissed a gal the other night and I thought I'd do it a-sneakin'.
I missed her mouth and I hit her nose, but that blame thing is leakin'.
Well boy, woe me will I say, keep your seat in Miss Liza Jane, that mule's gonna run away.
I took my gal to the blacksmith shop to have her mouth made small.
She turned around a time or two and she swallowed sharp and all.
Well boy, woe me will I say, keep your seat in Miss Liza Jane, that mule's gonna run away.