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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
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