Son of a sawmill man
I'm the son of a sawmill man 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 * Refrain I was born among the mnighty redwood trees where you'd think they reach the sky Papa worked hard ans his pay was samll 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 wawmill man * Refrain