Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart

Chorus:
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

(Chorus)

Your parents don't like me They say I'm too poor They say I'm not worthy 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

(Chorus)