Saw Mill Songtext
von Buck Owens

Once I was a slave at the saw mill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill
My work was so hard at the saw mill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill

See my teardrops falling down
My wife left the saw mill town
She said saw mill life had been a sin
The gravy were too thin

I can′t work no more at the saw mill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill


Well, if you bring your wife to the saw mill
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 saw mill
Women like a dollar, women like a dollar
Yes, and women always will

See my teardrops falling down
My wife left the saw mill town
She said saw mill life had been a sin
The gravy were too thin

I can′t work no more at the saw mill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill
Women like a dollar, women like a dollar
Yes, and women always will