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Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Song language: English
Sawmill |
Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green |
Some say it’s a treasure but it turns some others 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 |
Flywheels, blades a' whining 'til 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 logs all 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 |