smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
see the woman
she's down on her knees
she own some land
and a good crop she seeks
down along the banks of greenwood creek
i can hear that southbound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
i'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
when i'm gonna get out
i can't say
played guitar for ten long years
my only pay was the hound dogs' cheers
someday i'm gonna get me some land
far away in that promised land
i can hear that southbound rollin'
carryin' all my hopes away
i'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
when i'm gonna get out
i can't say