The Boxmasters - Sawmill lyrics

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