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GREENWOOD CREEK (Words and Music by Tom Johnston) The Doobie Brothers 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 south-bound 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 dog's cheers. Someday I'm gonna get me some land, far away in that promised land. I can hear that south-bound 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 dog's cheers. Someday I'm gonna get me some land, far away in that promised land. I can hear that south-bound 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.

    


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