Sawmill Lyrics & Chords By Bob Weir

Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill. My work was so hard at the sawmill Think about a poor boy, think...read more

While there is no place Profane and justified to hold us Or keep us home Some greener garden, A dusty pyramid of red stone A broken throne If you had told me That you...read more

Well, once I was a slave at the sawmill Talk about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill Think about a poor boy,...read more

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...read more