The Wagoner’s Lad

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Doc Watson - Country

The Wagoner’s Lad

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[Verse] Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind They're always controlled, they're always confined Controlled by their parents until they are wived Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives Oh, I've been a poor girl, my fortune is sad I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad He's courted me daily, by night and by day And now he is loaded and going away Your parents don't like me because I am poor They say I'm unworthy of entering your door I work for my living, my money's my own And folks that don't like mе can leave me alonе Oh, put up your horses and feed them some hay Come sit down here by me as long as you stay My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay So fare you well darlin', I'll be on my way Your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend Come sit down here by me as long as you can My wagon is greased, my whip's in my hand So fare you well darlin', no longer to stand

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