Sawmill Lyrics
Sawmill (锯木厂) - Greg Graffin
Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green
Some say it's a treasure but it turns the mothers mean
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
Felling and refining
It requires an able team
Flywheel blades a whining while the whistle blows its steam
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
As the sweat pours off my brow line
And the dust does make me choke
See the trees all turn to pasture
And the love song turn to smoke
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
The sawmill made it so