Sawmill Lyrics - Mel Tillis

Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill 

Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy 

Never saw a dollar bill 

Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill 

Think about a poor boy, think about a poor boy 

When you go to write your will 

Well, seen my teardrops falling down 

My wife left this sawmill town 

She said, sawmill life had many sins 

'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 

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 

Seen my teardrops falling down 

My wife left this sawmill town 

She said the sawmill life had many sins, Lord 

'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 

Mercy on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boy 

Let me have a dollar bill