The Black Crowes - Whoa Mule lyrics

Whoa mule, whoa mule, we're dirty but were dreaming

Whoa mule, whoa mule, we'll both get there someday

All you ramblers, you silk tongue gamblers

Listen to my tale

It won't take long, to sing you my song

Full of trouble and despair

So fair thee well, you troubadours

Whose pockets have no lining

I can tell you that all pastures stay green

But you know that I'd be lying

My own true love is a raven haired girl

Whose lives way back down the hollow

I take her by her lily white hair

And into the woods we wonder

Her daddy was a river man

As mad as a hatter

Her mama she's as soft as snow

But that don't really matter

Sometimes a road is rocky and hard

Full of dangers unrelenting

Just take great care to follow your stars

Let the good times come a plenty