Tom johnston
Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
See the woman, shes 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
Im strapped to my mule at the old country school
When Im gonna get out, I cant say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dogs cheers
Someday Im gonna get me some land
Far away in that promised land
I can hear that southbound rollin
Carryin all my hopes away
Im strapped to my mule at the old country school
When Im gonna get out, I cant say