Burnt the Sawmill Down

Dirt road, Georgia, childhood days

A sawmill way of life

Where I grew up to love a rich girl

Who could never be my wife

And the roses near their mansion

On a cool, Southern ground

She cut a memory into mine

But I had to leave that town

Dirt poor, backwoods, I was was raised

Now the lawman's comin' round

Mama said I raised a good boy

But he burnt the sawmill down

It's been years since I left Georgia

And I left there on the run

They say her daddy's still in a rage

Over what I done

But he shot at me for lovin' her

Thought he run me outta town

But I hid until the mornin' light

Then I burned his sawmill down

I still love that long-haired girl

There's a price tag on my head

Her daddy owns the county law

And if I go back there, I'm dead

So I just dream of Southern roses

And miss the love we found

Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor

Or burnt the sawmill down

It's been years since I left Georgia

And I left there on the run

They say her daddy's still in a rage

Over what I done

He shot at me for lovin' her

Thought he run me outta town

But I hid until the mornin' light

Then I burned his sawmill down

Dirt poor, backwoods, I was was raised

Now the lawman's comin' round

Mama said I raised a good boy

But he burnt the sawmill down

Mama said I raised a good boy

But he burnt the sawmill down