Plowin' in the new ground

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

Here ol' mule we're plowin' in the new ground...