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Pullin` away, he`s pullin away. Now his wagons are loaded, he`s pullin` away.
Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind. They`re always controlled. They`re always confined.
Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves of their husbands the rest of their lives.
I once knew a girl and her story was sad. She always was courted by the wagoner lad.
He courted her truly by night and by day. Now his wagons are loaded. He`s pullin` away.
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Your parents don`t like me. They think I`m too poor. They think I`m not worth to enter your door.
Hard livin`s my pleasure. My money`s my own and if they don`t like me, they can leave me alone.
Long is the road. Dark is the sky. Look over your shoulder. He`s wavin` goodbye.
My wagon is loaded. My whip needs a mend. So sit down here by me for as long as you can.
My wagons are loaded. My whip`s in my hand. So, fare thee well, darlin`, I`m leavin` this land.