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