Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
His papa was a burro, his mama was a nag
Hopped a train in Denver to see the Western lands
Met a gal named Jennie in the Florence mining camps
They had themselves a ball at the Wallace Miner's Dance
He's hauling out the mountain, rested on his spine
The donkeys are too stubborn, and the horses always whine
A cup of oats for breakfast will last til suppertime
Then it's back to rot-gut whiskey and betting on the dice
He takes a swig of coffee from a Mason jar
To cancel out the whiskey from the night before
Jennie kicked him out when he threw up on the floor
So he spent the night on Sixth Street with an Appaloosa horse
Every mule wonders if they'll live to see the sun
They retired Jack the mule, fall 1891
He sprinted down the mountain, his mining days were done
Then bought himself a holster and filled it with a gun
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
Well life soon turned for Jennie and old Jack
Got hired by the banks to haul the silver back
But the skinner got delivered when the agents stole the sack
Stranding Jack and Jennie with the wagon on their backs
The mules found their way up over Mullan Pass
They headed for Montana, a land of skies and grass
Down to Fort Missoula, their wagon skidded past
No driver on the reigns, just two mules bound in tack
A kind and shabby miner unhitched them from their cart
Then bought old Jack a whiskey from the Oxford Bar
One whiskey turned to twenty as the two shared a bond
Forged in three-card monte and smoke from cheap cigars
But a gambler overheard Jack's tales from the road
Heard of all the silver from Tiger-Poorman Lode
He had it in his saddlebag to buy Jennie a home
So, the gambler pulled his gun and motioned to the door
Down the hill they went, the gun at his back
They headed for the hollow tree where Jack hid the cache
The gambler stole the silver - the lifework of poor Jack
He knew his taste for whiskey would bite him on the ass!
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
He's underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
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Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
His papa was a burro, his mama was a nag
Hopped a train in Denver to see the Western lands
Met a gal named Jennie in the Florence mining camps
They had themselves a ball at the Wallace Miner's Dance
He's hauling out the mountain, rested on his spine
The donkeys are too stubborn, and the horses always whine
A cup of oats for breakfast will last til suppertime
Then it's back to rot-gut whiskey and betting on the dice
He takes a swig of coffee from a Mason jar
To cancel out the whiskey from the night before
Jennie kicked him out when he threw up on the floor
So he spent the night on Sixth Street with an Appaloosa horse
Every mule wonders if they'll live to see the sun
They retired Jack the mule, fall 1891
He sprinted down the mountain, his mining days were done
Then bought himself a holster and filled it with a gun
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
Well life soon turned for Jennie and old Jack
Got hired by the banks to haul the silver back
But the skinner got delivered when the agents stole the sack
Stranding Jack and Jennie with the wagon on their backs
The mules found their way up over Mullan Pass
They headed for Montana, a land of skies and grass
Down to Fort Missoula, their wagon skidded past
No driver on the reigns, just two mules bound in tack
A kind and shabby miner unhitched them from their cart
Then bought old Jack a whiskey from the Oxford Bar
One whiskey turned to twenty as the two shared a bond
Forged in three-card monte and smoke from cheap cigars
But a gambler overheard Jack's tales from the road
Heard of all the silver from Tiger-Poorman Lode
He had it in his saddlebag to buy Jennie a home
So, the gambler pulled his gun and motioned to the door
Down the hill they went, the gun at his back
They headed for the hollow tree where Jack hid the cache
The gambler stole the silver - the lifework of poor Jack
He knew his taste for whiskey would bite him on the ass!
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
He's underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
His papa was a burro, his mama was a nag
Hopped a train in Denver to see the Western lands
Met a gal named Jennie in the Florence mining camps
They had themselves a ball at the Wallace Miner's Dance
He's hauling out the mountain, rested on his spine
The donkeys are too stubborn, and the horses always whine
A cup of oats for breakfast will last til suppertime
Then it's back to rot-gut whiskey and betting on the dice
He takes a swig of coffee from a Mason jar
To cancel out the whiskey from the night before
Jennie kicked him out when he threw up on the floor
So he spent the night on Sixth Street with an Appaloosa horse
Every mule wonders if they'll live to see the sun
They retired Jack the mule, fall 1891
He sprinted down the mountain, his mining days were done
Then bought himself a holster and filled it with a gun
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
Well life soon turned for Jennie and old Jack
Got hired by the banks to haul the silver back
But the skinner got delivered when the agents stole the sack
Stranding Jack and Jennie with the wagon on their backs
The mules found their way up over Mullan Pass
They headed for Montana, a land of skies and grass
Down to Fort Missoula, their wagon skidded past
No driver on the reigns, just two mules bound in tack
A kind and shabby miner unhitched them from their cart
Then bought old Jack a whiskey from the Oxford Bar
One whiskey turned to twenty as the two shared a bond
Forged in three-card monte and smoke from cheap cigars
But a gambler overheard Jack's tales from the road
Heard of all the silver from Tiger-Poorman Lode
He had it in his saddlebag to buy Jennie a home
So, the gambler pulled his gun and motioned to the door
Down the hill they went, the gun at his back
They headed for the hollow tree where Jack hid the cache
The gambler stole the silver - the lifework of poor Jack
He knew his taste for whiskey would bite him on the ass!
Mule in the mine, mule in the mine
Bit the foreman's hand for shorting him a dime
Never seen the sun, that mule in the mine
Underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
He's underground by breakfast and overdrunk by nine
Writer: Connor Liess
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