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.