Sawmill
(Mel Tillis/Horace Whatley)
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're gonna write your will Well, see my tear drops falling down My wife left the sawmill town She said sawmill life had been a sin 'Cause the gravy was too thin I can't work no more at the sawmill Mercy on the poor boy Mercy on the poor boy Let me have a dollar bill If you bring your wife to the sawmill Well, how you're gonna please her How you're 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 See my tear drops falling down My wife left the sawmill town She said the sawmill life had been a sin, Lord 'Cause the gravy was too thin I can't work no more at the sawmill Mercy on the poor boy Mercy on the poor boy Let me have a dollar bill Mercy on the poor boy Mercy on the poor boy Let me have a dollar bill