The Sawmill The Sawmill (Music and Vocals Laurel Varner, Lyrics Clement J Gareau) The saws were just a ripping That first day I worked up the hill And the wet boards were flying In that old run down sawmill The foreman rushed over to me And yelled if you're gonna last You feed those new planks you see And feed them straight and fast Chorus: As I run across the shop floor I hear that awfull noise And as I open the exit door I hear that awfull voice I slave at that old sawmill I should resign while I can It's a battle all uphill Or should I wait to be canned My wife hated that small town Where everyone worked at the mill Her work at the shop got her down They had trouble making sills One day she got up and left Couldn't live with no shopping mall She drove straight into the sunset Left it up to gossip to tell all Clement J Gareau é 2006