Wagoner's Lad

Lyrics:
Oh, hard 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 to their husbands the rest of their life
Oh, I'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad
I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He 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 me can leave me alone
Put up your horses, go feed them some hay
Then sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
Fare you well darling 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 darling, no longer to stand
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Songwriter: Joan Baez