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There was a old man and he went to school
And he made his living by drivin’ a mule,
I drove him up to the foot of the hill
And I hollered at the mule and the mule stopped still.
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Do, Johnny Booker, oh do, do me do
Do, Johnny Booker, oh my do.
I put my shoulder against the wheel,
And a-back in the mud I stuck my heel.
I put my shoulder against the cart
And I hollered at the mule and the mule wouldn't start.
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I drove him up to the blacksmith shop,
I hollered at the mule and the mule didn't stop.
I asked that farmer for to mend my yoke,
He hopped on the bellows and blowed out the smoke.
He fixed my yoke and he mend my ring,
And he never charged me nary a thing.
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Old Johnny Booker is a fine old man
Washed his face in an old tin can
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
Died with a toothache in his heel.
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I saw an old man come walkin' by
I said, "Old man, your hog's gonna die"
Says," If he dies, I'll eat the meat
And give Johnny Booker the head and the feet."
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Then an old man came ridin’ by,
And he says, "Young man, your mule’s a gonna die,
If he dies I'll tan his skin,
If he lives I'll ride 'em agin.
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I had an old mule and his name was Steve
He walked on his head as plain as his feet
I had an old mule and his name was Bill
I worked him on the holler and he died on the hill.
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I rode him to the river and I couldn't get him in,
And I knocked him on the head with an old yard bin
I went to the river and I couldn't get across,
Hopped on a bull frog a big as a hoss.
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