Greg Graffin - Sawmill lyrics

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