He came home from working twelve hours at the sawmill Found a note on the table that she wrote Said Ive tried to be happy but now Ive got to go I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads Theres no future here, darling Ive got to go I still love you but I cant stay Im walking away Dont you know? I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads She rode a trailway bus to Atlanta To walk on city streets instead of muddy roads She said Im leaving the baby cause theres a world I wanna know And I cant see it on sawmill wages on muddy roads I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads Theres no future here, darling Ive got to go I still love you but I cant stay Im walking away Dont you know? I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads Baby its not you that Im leaving Its this place and way of life I know you wont leave these mountains And I dont expect you to go I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads Theres no future here, darling Ive got to go I still love you but I cant stay Im walking away Dont you know? I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I cant live on sawmill wages and muddy roads
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