Sawmill 歌词

Once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Let me have a dollar bill My work was so hard at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Let me have a dollar bill See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill town She said sawmill's life had been a sin The gravy were much too thin I can't work no more at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Let me have a dollar bill If you take your wife to the sawmill How you gonna please her, how you gonna please her When she wants a dollar bill She'll run away and leave you at the sawmill Women like a dollar, women like a dollar. Yes and women always will. See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill town She said sawmill's life had been a sin The gravy were much too thin. I can't work no more at the sawmill Yes and women like a dollar, yes and women like a dollar Yes and women always will