Sanoja: Black Crowes. Whoa Mule.

Whoa mule, whoa mule
We're dirty but we're 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

Whoa mule, whoa mule
We're dirty but we're dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule
We'll both get there someday

My own true love is a raven haired girl
Who 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

Whoa mule, whoa mule
We're dirty but we're dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule
We'll both get there someday

Sometimes a road is rocky and hard
Full of dangers unrelenting
Just take great care to follow your stars
Let the good times come aplenty

Whoa mule, whoa mule
We're dirty but we're dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule
We'll both get there someday

Whoa mule, whoa mule
We're dirty but we're dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule
We'll both get there someday