Greg Graffin - Sawmill lyrics

[Greg Graffin - Sawmill lyrics]

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
Flywheel blades a whining while the
Whistle blows it's 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

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