Pullin’ Away

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

Pullin' away, he's pullin away
Now his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away

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

Pullin' away, he's pullin away
Now his wagons are loaded, he's pullin' away