The farmers came with seed and plow Claimed the land that up to now Had felt the trod of buffalo
We filed our claim and built a cabin and cut the timber down And in the spring we'd plant our corn in the fertile virgin ground So we'd blast the stumps and clear the brush upon the land so new With an Injun watchin' from behind a tree as we plowed the furrows through
Here ol' mule we're plowin' in the new ground Skies are gettin' cloudy and it's lookin' like rain Here ol' mule we're plowin' in the new ground Tryin' to make a livin' on a government claim
It's mighty hard pullin' for a sore necked mule when we're out the buffalo tracks With my rifle cradled in the crook of my arm and the plow lines cross my back So we plow the furrows straight and deep and plant the seed behind Yeah we'll have a mess of them Johnny corn cakes when it comes harvest time
Here ol' mule we're plowin' in the new ground...
It's a mighty long day from sun to sun I'd follow this mule o'mine When I see my woman in the cabin door I know it's suppertime