Saw Mill

He drank his last shot of whiskey, as the fire raged on

Took a look at his black-stained palms

His old eyes turned misty, as the fire raged on

They'll be sorry when he's gone

Yeah they see no error, in his ways

Yeah they see no error, in his ways

Oh and I, I'll be prayin' to the lord just to save his soul, cause'

He won't do crime, anymore

Took em' to the saw mill

Hid his tracks along the way

And as the paper burned he screamed

I don't need you

I don't need you

Oohhh, and they called him a monster

On the very first page

But how could they, how could they

How could they define a man who loses everything, in such a way?

Cause they see no error, in his ways

Yeah they see no error, in his ways

Oh and I, I'll be prayin' to the lord just to save his soul cause'

He won't do crime, anymore

Took em' to the saw mill

Hid his tracks along the way

And as the paper burned he screamed

I don't need you

I don't need you