I'm the son of a sawmill man

The son of a sawmill man

I've cut big timber all over this land

I'm the son of a sawmill man.



My papa was a sawmill man

I've heard some people say

He was just as tall as the timber he worked

Until his dying day.



He was hard as the oak but his heart

Was as soft as the pines in Georgia land

And I'm just a chip from the same old block

I'm the son of a sawmill man.



I'm the son of a sawmill man

The son of a sawmill man

I've cut big timber all over this land

I'm the son of a sawmill man.



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I'm the son of a sawmill man

The son of a sawmill man

I've cut big timber all over this land

I'm the son of a sawmill man.



I was born among the mighty red wood trees

Where you'd think they reach the sky

Papa worked hard and his pay was small

But we always did get by.



The first thing I remember

I had a saw in my right hand

So I'm just a chip from the same old block

I'm the son of a sawmill man.



I'm the son of a sawmill man

The son of a sawmill man

I've cut big timber all over this land

I'm the son of a sawmill man...