Pullin' Away - The Kingston Trio

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

Pullin' away, he’s pullin away

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

Your parents don’t like me.

They think I’m too poor

They think I’m not worth 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

Pullin' away, he’s pullin away

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