19) On The Trail
(Featuring Ernie's Coffee Shop: Bruce Russell - Melodica and Balafon,
Mark Kuntsi - Harmonica, Steve Mitchell - Resophonic and Electric guitar)

Floppy ears and a ragged tail.
Here comes a donkey, there's a donkey on the trail.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
s'got greying hair and missing teeth.
Some say a rebel, some say a thief.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
Well, he's all loaded down with shovels and pails,
headed for heaven, or headed for jail.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.

Head bowed down 'gainst the heavy hail,
hittin' that road like a hammer on a nail.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
Riders accepted but walkers preferred,
and he seems to know quite a few dirty words.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
Well, he's older than Jonah,
with breath like the whale.
Hair like a girl but parts like a male.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.

The ride's so bumpy you could read it in braille,
but he clings to that track like a silver rail.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
And who can remember where the load came from
after long enough in the blistering sun?
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.
Just one more seeker, after that grail.
It's all on the map, though not in scale.
There's a donkey on the trail...
There's a donkey on the trail.

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