Faron Young Saw Mill Lyrics

Saw Mill Lyrics

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 let me have a dollar bill



Well see my teardrops falling down my wife left the sawmill town

She said sawmill life had been a sin the gravy was too thin

And I'd work no more at the sawmill

Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill



And if you bring your wife to the sawmill

How you gonna please her how you gonna please her

When she wants a dollar bill

They're not satisfied at the sawmill

Cause women like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always will



Oh see my teardrops falling down...

Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill