Testo Sawyer

Sawyer, sawyer You cut me so deep My woman and children hang their heads down and weep When the timber come callin? them off o? the track Young boys go wanderin? and broken men come back Oxen, oxen You drove me so dry I thirst for that coal smoke whisperin? to me in the sky Foreman, forman You worked me so long The whole of my youth drowned in that ol? mill pond Timber, timber Devil in the pines My Savior awaits a little further down the line