Mel Tillis
Sawmill
Well, once I was a slave at the sawmillTalk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boyNever saw a dollar billWell, my work was so hard at the sawmillThink about a poor boy, think about a poor boyWhen you go to write your willWell, seen my teardrops falling downMy wife left this sawmill townShe said, sawmill life had many sins'Cause the gravy was too thinI can't work no more at the sawmillMercy on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boyLet me have a dollar billIf you bring your wife to the sawmillWell, how you gonna please her, how you gonna please herWhen she wants a dollar billThey're not satisfied at the sawmillWomen like a dollar, women like a dollarYes, and women always willSeen my teardrops falling downLetras de cancionesMy wife left this sawmill townShe said the sawmill life had many sins, Lord'Cause the gravy was too thinI can't work no more at the sawmillMercy on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boyLet me have a dollar billMercy on a poor boy, mercy on a poor boyLet me have a dollar bill
From Letras Mania