Lyrics

[Verse]
Mark's been at the sawmill since the year of '82,
Fixin' blades and haulin' logs, dawn to evening dew.
He's seen it all, the highs and lows, but finally it's here,
He's packin' up his toolbox and crackin' open beer.

[Verse 2]
His boss was always on his back, a real piece of work,
Always had a dumb complaint, like a neverendin' quirk.
But today Mark's smiling wide, the last day on the ground,
No more listenin' to that fool, no more clown show in this town.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mark's leavin' the sawmill and ain't lookin' back,
He's trading flannel shirts for laid-back slacks.
After forty years of sawdust, wood chips, and sweat,
He’s sayin' goodbye to that circus, with no regret.

[Verse 3]
His buddies at the mill, they gave his last day flair,
Dressed up like a circus troupe, a jest for his despair.
As a clown car pulled up, they all burst out with glee,
Mark just tipped his hat and said, "This joke's on me."

[Bridge]
Got a map and a bottle, headin' down to the coast,
Gonna fish by the pier, where peace is foremost.
No more shackles or sawdust, just the seabreeze in the air,
Retirement's a sweet affair, without a boss's glare.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mark's leavin' the sawmill and ain't lookin' back,
He's trading flannel shirts for laid-back slacks.
After forty years of sawdust, wood chips, and sweat,
He’s sayin' goodbye to that circus, with no regret.