Sawmill Songtext - The Boxmasters

Sawmill - The Boxmasters

Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy
Talk about a poor boy
Never saw a dollar bill

My work was so hard at the sawmill
Think about a poor boy
Think about a poor boy
When you going to write your will?

Well, see my teardrops falling down
My wife left this sawmill town
She said sawmill life had been a sin
'Cause the gravy were too thin

I can't work no more at the sawmill
Mercy on a poor boy
Mercy on a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill

If you bring your wife to the sawmill
Well, how you going to please her
How you going to please her
When she wants a dollar bill?

They're not satisfied at the sawmill

She'll run away and leave you at the sawmill
Women like a dollar
Women like a dollar
Yes, and women always will

See my teardrops falling down
My wife left this sawmill town
She said the sawmill life had been a sin, lord
'Cause the gravy were too thin

I can't work no more at the sawmill
Mercy on a poor boy
Mercy on a poor boy
Barely have a dollar bill

Mercy on a poor boy
Mercy on a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill


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