Lyrics

[Verse]
For forty long years, he toiled in the mill,
Mornings so early, the world stood still.
'Neath the shadowed pines, the saw's shrill cry,
Old Man Mark, never questioned why.

[Verse 2]
Fingers worn to the bone, but his back held strong,
With a never-ending hum, he'd work all day long.
Each log he'd cut was more time he'd lose,
Now he's walkin' free, no more sawmill blues.

[Chorus]
No more bosses, no more fights,
No more cussin' in the neon lights.
Gonna sit by the porch, watch the world roll by,
Old Man Mark’s got a tear in his eye.

[Verse 3]
Asshole Dan Marine and all his cruel talk,
Mark's had enough, he's taken a walk.
Never gonna miss that sawdust haze,
He's got freedom in his soul and a heart full of praise.

[Bridge]
Years pass by like sawdust in the breeze,
Now he feels a clarity that puts him at ease.
Goodbye Sawmill, with your loud machines,
Hello to the quiet, where the grass is green.

[Verse 4]
He’s got a rocking chair, it's worn and wide,
Gonna sit on the porch, watch the sun collide.
With a fishing rod and a country tune,
Old Man Mark’s found a softer June.