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

Writer : MEL TILLIS, HORACE WHATLEY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group