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