Burnt The Sawmill Down – Aaron LewisBy Dirt road, Georgia, childhood daysA sawmill way of lifeWhere I grew up to love a rich girlWho could never be my wifeAnd the roses near their mansionOn a cool, Southern groundShe cut a memory into mineBut I had to leave that townDirt poor, backwoods, I was was raisedNow the lawman’s comin’ roundMama said I raised a good boyBut he burnt the sawmill downIt’s been years since I left GeorgiaAnd I left there on the runThey say her daddy’s still in a rageOver what I doneBut he shot at me for lovin’ herThought he run me outta townBut I hid until the mornin’ lightThen I burned his sawmill downI still love that long-haired girlThere’s a price tag on my headHer daddy owns the county lawAnd if I go back there, I’m deadSo I just dream of Southern rosesAnd miss the love we foundLord, I wish I’d never been born poorOr burnt the sawmill downIt’s been years since I left GeorgiaAnd I left there on the runThey say her daddy’s still in a rageOver what I doneHe shot at me for lovin’ herThought he run me outta townBut I hid until the mornin’ lightThen I burned his sawmill downDirt poor, backwoods, I was was raisedNow the lawman’s comin’ roundMama said I raised a good boyBut he burnt the sawmill downMama said I raised a good boyBut he burnt the sawmill down www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20