Once I was a slave at the sawmill

Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy

Let me have a dollar bill

My work was so hard at the sawmill

Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy

Let me have a dollar bill 

See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill town

She said sawmill's life had been a sin

The gravy were much too thin

I can't work no more at the sawmill

Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy

Let me have a dollar bill 

If you take your wife to the sawmill

How you gonna please her, how you gonna please her

When she wants a dollar bill

She'll run away and leave you at the sawmill

Women like a dollar, women like a dollar. Yes and women always will.

See my teardrops falling down my wife left this sawmill town

She said sawmill's life had been a sin

The gravy were much too thin. I can't work no more at the sawmill

Yes and women like a dollar, yes and women like a dollar

Yes and women always will