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