Sawmill

	  		
INTRO: 
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verse 1 
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Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green 
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Some say it's a treasure, but it turns some others mean 

 
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There's a place in California as the logging people know 
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Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so 



verse 2 
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Felling and refining it requires an able team 
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Flywheel blades a whining while the whistle blows its steam 

 
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There's a place in California as the logging people know 
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Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so 



Instrumental 
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BRIDGE 
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As the sweat pours off my brow line 
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And the dust does make me choke 
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See the trees all turn to pasture 
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And the logs all turn to smoke 

 
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There's a place in California as the logging people know 
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Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so 
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The sawmill made it so