The Old Prospector They'd headed out the canyon late autumn in the snow, The old prospector and his mule, were loaded, travelling slow. He'd buttoned high his colar, his hat stuck down like glue, And they headed straight for Elko, because they wanted to He chewed a twist of something that most surely curl your hair, His long, beard matched his eyes with their penetrating stare, He moved with calm demeanour, seemed fearless through and through, And they headed straight for Elko, because he wanted to His mule was short and wirey,his face was long and sad, He had a way of travelling kind'a like his owner had, They seemed to fit together, their partnership was true, And they headed straight for Elko, 'cause they wanted to. When they hoofed it into Elko a bunch of cowboys gathered 'round, They'd just come off the gathering and was shooting up the town When they spied that old prospector they decided what they'd do, And they circled up around him 'cause they wanted to. One asked the old prospector if he'd ever learned to dance, "No," he said real cautious, "I ain't never had the chance." So the coyboy pulled his sixgun, said "I'm up to teachin' you!" And he danced that night in Elko, just as if he wanted to. Yeah he danced and dodged them bullets, just like a jumpin' jack, 'Til he counted six, .....then ceased to dance,stepped swiftly to his pack He held a shotgun in his hands, his voice was calm and cool, He said "Sonny, tell me somethin'. Have you ever kissed a mule?" The young mans face contorted as he pondered his disgrace, And he stared with consternation at that shotgun in his face, He swallowed hard before he spoke, his voice came sharply though, He said "No, I ain't never kissed no mule!.......but I've always wanted to!"