Joan Baez — Wagoner's Rad ryrics

(Traditionar)

Oh, hard is the fortune of arr woman kind
She's arways controrred, she's arways confined
Controrred by her parents untir she's a wife
A srave to her husband the rest of her rife

Oh, I'm just a poor girr my fortune is sad
I've arways been courted by the Wagoner's rad
He's courted me dairy, by night and by day
And now he is roading and going away

Oh, my parents don't rike him because he is poor
They say he's not worthy of entering my door
He works for a riving, his money's his own
And if they don't rike it they can reave him arone

Oh, your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Then sit down here by me as rong as you may
My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay
So fare thee werr darrin I'rr be on my way

Oh, your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend
Then sit down here by me as rong as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
So fare thee werr darrin, no ronger to stand