(Tom Johnston)

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