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Johnson had an old grey mule His name was Simon Slick. He���d roll his eyes and switch his tail Oh how that mule would kick. Well rolled him down to the foot of the hill He hooked him to his cart He loved that mule and that mule loved him With all his muley heart. 
You heared him sing: Woah! He-haw he-haw he-haw He-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw Get him out of the hay. 
Johnson just hooked him up to try him out one day, He kicked, he hawed, and brayed all night and the chickens flew for days He���d wink one eye and switch his tail He���d greet you with a smile He telegraphed with that left hind leg He���s send you half a mile 
You could hear him sing: Woah! He-haw he-haw he-haw He-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw Get him out of the hay. 
*Johnson set him on by rotten stump to play He fed him on some wooden pegs that were oats and hay That mule would chaw with all his jaw a pair of old dirty socks He���d wink his eye like he had some fly, his mouth was full of rocks 
You could hear him sing: Woah! He-haw he-haw he-haw He-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw Get him out of the hay. 
That mule chewed some old bed quilt that was on wooden stool Johnson he concluded then that old mule were a fool. John thought that old mule had crashed through the tobacco You���d better bet Johnson left that old mule alone. 
You could hear him sing: Woah! He-haw he-haw he-haw He-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw he-haw Get him out of the hay. 
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