Sawmill - Tommy Shaw

Papaw followed the timber in 1929

With seven hungry children

He was working all the time

Daddy was the middle son

Tough as a fire plug

That’s why Papaw chose him

To carry the water jug

Drink, drink, drink from the cup

Here’s a litle mud in your eye

Drink, drink fill her back up

Never let the jug run dry

The woods of Sylacauga

Is where they pitched their tent

Amidst lumberjacks and loggers

Worked hard for every cent

One day while hauling water

On the rounds he made

He watched a man get split in two

Who was careless with the blade

Drink, drink, drink from the cup

Here’s a little mud in your eye

Drink, drink fill her back up

Never let the jug run dry

Never let the jug run dry

As I look back I still recall

That everywhere he’d go

He always kept a water jug

Made sure he kept it full

Daddy loved to tell the tale

It never did get old

Visions of dead lumberjacks

Still make my flood run cold

Drink, drink, drink from the cup

Here’s a little mud in your eye

Drink, drink fill her back up

Never let the jug run dry

Never let the jug run dry