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 about a poor boy let me have a dollar bill
Well see my teardrops falling down my wife left the sawmill town She said sawmill life had been a sin the gravy was too thin And I'd work no more at the sawmill Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar bill
And if you bring your wife to the sawmill How you gonna please her how you gonna please her When she wants a dollar bill They're not satisfied at the sawmill Cause women like a dollar women like a dollar yes and women always will
Oh see my teardrops falling down... Mercy of a poor boy mercy a poor boy let me have a dollar billTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
