Lyrics

[Verse]
Old Man Mark, he's layin' down his tools,
Forty years in the mill, followed all the rules,
Thirty-four by that machine, days full of grime,
Today he’s walkin’ out, tired of dancin' their line.

[Verse 2]
Used to be a young buck, dreams in his eyes,
Now he's gray and weathered, seen through the lies,
Bosses came and went, spoutin' their spit,
Mark just kept on grindin', sick of their grit.

[Chorus]
So long, Sawmill, your wood and your steel,
I’ve had enough of your games, ain't gonna kneel,
Old Man Mark, he's breakin' free,
Gonna find some peace by the old oak tree.

[Verse]
Whistles and the shifts, that's all he’s known,
But he’s tired of the bullshit, and stickin' to the bone,
Stackin’ lumber, breathin' dust, was a man of pride,
Now he’s packin’ up, leavin’ that all behind.

[Bridge]
Got a little house out past Miller's Ridge,
Where the river runs beneath a wooden bridge,
Gonna spend his days with a rod and line,
Far from the sawmill, takin’ back his time.

[Chorus]
So long, Sawmill, your wood and your steel,
I’ve had enough of your games, ain't gonna kneel,
Old Man Mark, he's breakin' free,
Gonna find some peace by the old oak tree.