Sawmill (锯木厂) - Greg Graffin-歌词

Sawmill (锯木厂) - Greg Graffin

Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green

Some say it's a treasure but it turns the mothers mean

There's a place in California as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

Felling and refining

It requires an able team

Flywheel blades a whining while the whistle blows its steam

There's a place in California as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

As the sweat pours off my brow line

And the dust does make me choke

See the trees all turn to pasture

And the love song turn to smoke

There's a place in California as the logging people know

Where the forest fell to plunder

And the sawmill made it so

The sawmill made it so