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