Текст песни Buck Owens - Saw Mill
Buck Owens - Saw Mill слова песни
Once I was a slave at the saw millTalk about a poor boy talk about a poor boy let me have a dollar billMy work was so hard at the saw millTalk about a poor boy talk about a poor boy let me have a dollar billSee my teardrops falling down my wife left the saw mill townShe said saw mill life had been a sin the gravy were too thinI can`t work no more at the saw millTalk about a poor boy talk about a poor boy let me have a dollar bill[ steel ]Well if you bring your wife to the saw millHow you gonna please her how you gonna please her when she wants a dollar billShe`ll run away and leave you at the saw millWomen like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always willSee my teardrops falling down...Women like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always will