Sawmill

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 go to write your will

Well see my teardrops falling down

She said the sawmill life had been a sin

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 gonna please her how you gonna please her

When she wants a dollar bill

They’re not satisfied at the sawmill

Women like a dollar women like a dollar

Yes and women always will

Well see my teardrops falling down

She said the sawmill life had been a sin

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

Let me have a dollar bill