On The Trail
Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Ferde Grofé
Performer(s): Frankie Laine;
and various other artists



(Hee-hop, hee-hop, mule)

(Hop-hee-hop, hee-hop)

The stubbornest mule I ever saw
He's tossin' his head, he's raisin' ol' Ned
He's gettin' me all of a twitter
That ornery critter, he goes

He must have been born in Arkansas
Don't want to be led, he wants to be fed
Why he'd make the Statue of Liberty
Flibberty-gibberty

He's hankerin' for a hunk of straw
He can't hear my song, he's joggin' along
His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon
He'll be eatin' his fill
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop)
(Clipperty-hopperti)
Over the rim of the hill

We're on the trail
The sun is low, the canyon is wide
Hi-ee, hi-oo
We sing a song as we ride

We're on the trail
My mule and I, we haven't a care
Hi-ee, hi-oo
My heart is free as the air

Out on the ole painted desert
I know a wonderful site
Where we can build us a fire
Where we can spend the night

The sun will rise
And in the skies, the stars grow pale
Hi-ee, hi-oo
And we'll be back on the trail
Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail