Sawmill Lyrics

Sawmill
(Mel Tillis)
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 teardrops falling down
My wife left this sawmill town
She said sawmill's life had been a sin
The gravy were much too thin
I can't work no more at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill
If you take your wife to the sawmill
How you gonna please her,
How you gonna 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.
See my teardrops falling down
My wife left this sawmill town
She said sawmill's life had been a sin
The gravy were much too thin.
I can't work no more at the sawmill
Yes and women like a dollar,
yes and women like a dollar
Yes and women always will