Lyrics:

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 to 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 say I'm too poor
They say I'm not worthy to enter your door
Hard living'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 needs loadin', 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 leaving this land

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