The neighing of the horses in the moonlight woke him up.
There was a line of ice across his cup.
Except for the wind in the corn, the world was perfectly still.
The moon hung over the window sill.
Ride on black mule.
Four men on horses came riding up;
They dragged him out into the clearing.
They said, "Listen here mister, if you don't give us all your gold,
We're gonna give you a hell of a beating".
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Just then a nun on a black mule came riding by;
She said: "Oh Gentlemen, what are you doing?
If you don't leave that man alone,
I'm going to punish you for evil-doing".
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Well, you know bad men; they never listen.
They went up in a puff of brimstone.
She cut him down, she led him by the hand to a cave,
Took him into a world of limestone.
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She bathed his wounds. She put salt on his back.
She read to him from a great big book.
When he was healed, she led him by the hand,
Said, "Go into the world and take a look".
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He was walking down a Beirut street when a car-bomb blew him up.
Oh, life can be cruel.
When they took him to the mortuary to identify his fingerprints,
All they found were the hoofprints of a mule.
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Ride on black mule.