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