Sawmill -

Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green

Some say it’s a treasure but it turns some others mean

There’s a place in California, as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

Felling and refining, it requires an able team

Flywheels, blades a' whining 'til the whistle blows its steam

There’s a place in California, as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

As the sweat pours off my brow line

and the dust does make me choke

See the trees all turn to pasture and the logs all turn to smoke

There’s a place in California, as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

The sawmill made it so