Sawmill Lyrics - Greg Graffin

Yonder from the city 

Is a land of verdant green 

Some say it's a treasure 

But it turns some of us mean 

There's a place in California 

As the logging people know 

Where the forests fell to plunder 

And the sawmill made it so 

Felling and refining 

It requires an able team 

Flywheel blades a-whining 

While the whistle blows its steam 

There's a place in California 

As the logging people know 

Where the forests fell to plunder 

And the sawmill made it so 

As the sweat pours off my browline 

And the dusters make me choke 

See the trees all turn to pasture 

And the logs all turn to smoke 

There's a place in California 

As the logging people know 

Where the forests fell to plunder 

And the sawmill made it so 

The sawmill made it so