Greenwood Creek Testo

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 south-bound 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 dog's cheers.
Someday I'm gonna get me some land,
far away in that promised land.

I can hear that south-bound 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 dog's cheers.
Someday I'm gonna get me some land,
far away in that promised land.

I can hear that south-bound 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