Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sawmill, artist - Tommy Shaw. Album song The Great Divide, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 21.03.2011
Record label: The Great Divide
Song language: English
Sawmill |
| Papaw followed the timber in 1929 |
| With seven hungry children |
| He was working all the time |
| Daddy was the middle son |
| Tough as a fire plug |
| That’s why Papaw chose him |
| To carry the water jug |
| Drink, drink, drink from the cup |
| Here’s a litle mud in your eye |
| Drink, drink fill her back up |
| Never let the jug run dry |
| The woods of Sylacauga |
| Is where they pitched their tent |
| Amidst lumberjacks and loggers |
| Worked hard for every cent |
| One day while hauling water |
| On the rounds he made |
| He watched a man get split in two |
| Who was careless with the blade |
| Drink, drink, drink from the cup |
| Here’s a little mud in your eye |
| Drink, drink fill her back up |
| Never let the jug run dry |
| Never let the jug run dry |
| As I look back I still recall |
| That everywhere he’d go |
| He always kept a water jug |
| Made sure he kept it full |
| Daddy loved to tell the tale |
| It never did get old |
| Visions of dead lumberjacks |
| Still make my flood run cold |
| Drink, drink, drink from the cup |
| Here’s a little mud in your eye |
| Drink, drink fill her back up |
| Never let the jug run dry |
| Never let the jug run dry |