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
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