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