Sawmill

Yonder from the city
 Is a land of verdant green
 Some say it's a treasure
 But it turns the mothers mean
 There's a place in California
 As the logging people know
 Where the forest fell to plunder
 And the sawmill made it so
 Felling and refining
 It requires an able team
 Flywheels blades a-whinning
 While 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
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 As the sweat pours 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
 The sawmill made it so