Wagoner's Lad (Baez Joan)

Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind She's always controlled, she's always confined Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife A slave to her husband the rest of her life Oh, i'm just 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 But now he is packing and moving away My parents don't like him because he is poor They say he's not worthy of entering my door He works for a living, his money's his own And if they don't like it they can leave him alone Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay Then sit down beside me as long as you may My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend Then sit down beside me as long as you can My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand