pulled out of mojave with a twenty mule team,
ten tons of borax and a muleskinner's dream.
soon i'd be wining and dining i know,
with a cute little filly in the town of reno.
chorus:
so move along big twenty, big twenty move along,
you got the muscle and you got the bone.
move along big twenty, big twenty move along,
you got a master and you got a home.
the apache are restless, there's smoke in the sky;
i'm too old for scalping and i'm too young to die.
soon they'll be around me like ants on a hill,
grooming this muleskinner up for the kill.
chorus:
my mules are tired of running, just fell to the ground,
ten tons of borax pulled big twenty down.
i'm still living so the story can be told,
how i traded that borax for apache gold!
chorus:
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