Lyric Greenwood Creek

Tom Johnston

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