Sawmill Lyrics

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?

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