Sawmill Wages

He came home from working twelve hours at the sawmill Found a note on the table that she wrote Said I've tried to be happy but now I've got to go I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads There's no future here, darling I've got to go I still love you but I can't stay I'm walking away Don't you know? I can't 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 I'm leaving the baby cause there's a world I wanna know And I can't see it on sawmill wages on muddy roads I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads There's no future here, darling I've got to go I still love you but I can't stay I'm walking away Don't you know? I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads Baby it's not you that I'm leaving It's this place and way of life I know you won't leave these mountains And I don't expect you to go I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads There's no future here, darling I've got to go I still love you but I can't stay I'm walking away Don't you know? I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads I can't live on sawmill wages and muddy roads