Saw Mill - Faron Young

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