| Last night when I come home
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| I was tired as a man could be
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| There was a mule in my stable
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| Where my mule was suppose to be
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| I said wake up, baby
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| And explain all this stuff to me
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| Whose mule’s there in my stable
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| Where my mule is suppose to be
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| She said; |
| you must be silly
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| But daddy, you ain’t talking right
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| Why don’t you open up your eyes and see
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| There ain’t nothing but a milk cow that my grandmother sent to me
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| I’ve been all over the world
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| From the Golf from Mexico I’ve never seen no milk cow
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| With a saddle on the back before
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| Well, the next night when I come home
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| I was tired as a man could be
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| There was a coat on my hanger
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| Where my coat was suppose to be
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| I said; |
| Wake up, little girl
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| And explain all this stuff to me
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| Who’s coats there on my hanger
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| Where my coat is suppose to be
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| She said; |
| you must be silly
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| But daddy, you ain’t talking right
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| Why don’t you open up your eyes and see
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| There ain’t nothing but a blanket that my mother in law sent to me
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| I’ve been all over the world
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| And the Golf from Mexico
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| I ain’t never seen no blanket
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| With two sleeves on in before
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| Well no, the next night when I come home
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| I was tired and I wanted to sleep
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| There was a hat on my dresser
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| Where my hat was suppose to be
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| I said; |
| Wake up, darling
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| And explain all these stuff to me
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| Who’s hat’s there on dresser
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| Where my hat is suppose to be
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| She said, you must be silly
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| But daddy you ain’t talking right
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| Why don’t you open up your eyes and see
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| There ain’t nothing but a wash bag
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| That my grandmother sent to me
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| I’ve been all over the world
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| And the Golf from Mexico
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| I ain’t never seen no wash bag
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| With a hat band around it before |