Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green
Some say it’s a treasure but it turns some other mean
There’s a place in California, as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
Feeling and refining, it requires an able team
Flywheels, blades a’whinning ’til 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
While the sweat pour off my brow line
and the dust does make me choke
See the trees all turn to pasture and the logs all 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