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