Letra da Música: Sawmill - 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
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 this sawmill town
She said the sawmill life had been a sin
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

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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

See my teardrops falling down...

Mercy on a poor boy mercy on a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill