Sawmill Man feat. Tim Stafford

Sawmill Man
Rick Lang

My birth name is Harold, you can call me Bud
I built this here sawmill, from the ground on up

Band saw goes round and round, cutting straight and true
Stacks of lumber on the ground, before the day is through

Chorus
Got sawdust in my veins, splinters in my hands
Work out in the wind and rain, I am a sawmill man

Sawmill work ain't easy, gotta earn your pay
Lifting timber all day long, until your muscles ache

Dangers lurkin’ all around, out where the sawdust flies
Keep that hard hat on your head, just might save your life

Chorus

Running this old head rig, is all I've ever known
Made enough to buy some land, and build ourselves a home

Wife, daughter and three sons we're happy as can be
Ain't no place 'neath the sun, that we'd rather be


*Dedicated to the memory of Bud Bannish