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
 Well, 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, seen my teardrops falling down
 My wife left this sawmill town
 She said, sawmill life had many sins
 'Cause the gravy was 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 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
 Seen my teardrops falling down
 My wife left this sawmill town
 She said the sawmill life had many sins, Lord
 'Cause the gravy was 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
 Mercy on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boy
 Let me have a dollar bill