Sawmill Lyrics - The Boxmasters

Once I was a slave at the sawmill 

Talk about a poor boy 

Talk about a poor boy 

Let me have a dollar bill 

My work was so hard at the sawmill 

Talk about a poor boy 

Talk about a poor boy 

Let me have a dollar bill 

See my tear drops falling down 

My wife left the sawmill town 

She said sawmill life had been a sin 

The gravy were too thin 

Well if you bring your wife to the saw mill 

How you going to please her 

How you going to please her 

When she wants a dollar bill?