I’s got dis mule in de horness, got him hitched at las’.
Liza, get yo’ bonnet, come an’ take a seat,
Grab up dat robe you’re sittin’ on an’ cover up yo’ feet.
Chorus:
Whoa, mule, whoa I say!
Keep yo’ seat, Miss Liza Jane, an’ hold on to de sleigh.
Whoa, mule, whoa I say!
Keep yo’ seat, Miss Liza Jane, an’ hold on to de sleigh.
What’s dis mule a-roamin’ for? He ain’t got half a load.
When you catch dis mule a-roamin’, jus’ give him all de road.