Testo di 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 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 this sawmill town She said the sawmill life had been a sin 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 [ guitar ] 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 See my teardrops falling down... Mercy on a poor boy mercy on a poor boy Let me have a dollar bill