Burnt The Sawmill Down

Dirt road, Georgia, childhood days A sawmill way of life Where I grew up to love a rich girl Who could never be my wife And the roses near their mansion On a cool, Southern ground She cut a memory into mine But I had to leave that town Dirt poor, backwoods, I was was raised Now the lawman's comin' round Mama said I raised a good boy But he burnt the sawmill down It's been years since I left Georgia And I left there on the run They say her daddy's still in a rage Over what I done But he shot at me for lovin' her Thought he run me outta town But I hid until the mornin' light Then I burned his sawmill down I still love that long-haired girl There's a price tag on my head Her daddy owns the county law And if I go back there, I'm dead So I just dream of Southern roses And miss the love we found Lord, I wish I'd never been born poor Or burnt the sawmill down It's been years since I left Georgia And I left there on the run They say her daddy's still in a rage Over what I done He shot at me for lovin' her Thought he run me outta town But I hid until the mornin' light Then I burned his sawmill down Dirt poor, backwoods, I was was raised Now the lawman's comin' round Mama said I raised a good boy But he burnt the sawmill down Mama said I raised a good boy But he burnt the sawmill down