Faron Young - 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 My wife left the sawmill town She said sawmill life had been a sin The gravy was too thin. Mercy of a poor boy, mercy a poor boy Let me have a dollar bill...