Song

  • Sawmill

    Well I can't work no more at the sawmill
    Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
    Let me have a dollar bill

    Yes my work was so hard at the sawmill
    Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
    Let me have a dollar bill

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

    I can't work no more at the sawmill
    Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
    Let me have a dollar bill

    Well if you take your wife to the sawmill
    How you gonna please her, how you gonna please her
    When she wants a dollar bill

    She run away and leave you at the sawmill
    Woman like a dollar, women like a dollar
    Yes and women always will

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

    I can't work no more at the sawmill
    Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
    Never have a dollar bill

    Women like a dollar, women like a dollar
    Yes and women always will

    This was a country hit for Mel Tillis which the Grateful Dead covered a few times in 1970.

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This was a country hit for Mel Tillis which the Grateful Dead covered a few times in 1970.

Lyrics By
Mel Tillis
Horace Whatley
Music By
Mel Tillis
Horace Watley
Lyrics

Well I can't work no more at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill

Yes my work was so hard at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill

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

I can't work no more at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Let me have a dollar bill

Well if you take your wife to the sawmill
How you gonna please her, how you gonna please her
When she wants a dollar bill

She run away and leave you at the sawmill
Woman like a dollar, women like a dollar
Yes and women always will

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

I can't work no more at the sawmill
Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy
Never have a dollar bill

Women like a dollar, women like a dollar
Yes and women always will