Aaron Lewis - Burnt the sawmill down

^DDirt road, Georgia, ^Cchildhood days A ^Gsawmill way of ^Dlife Where I ^Amgrew up to love a rich girl Who could ^Gnever be my ^Dwife And the ^Droses near their ^Cmansion On a ^Gcool, southern ^Dground She ^Amcut a memory into mine But I ^Ghad to leave that ^Dtown ^DDirt poor, backwoods, ^CI was raised Now the ^Glawman's comin' '^Dround Mama ^Amsaid, "I raised a good boy But he ^Gburnt the sawmill ^Ddown"

It's been ^Bmyears since I left ^AGeorgia And I ^Gleft there on the r^Dun They say her ^Cdaddy's still in a rage ^GOver ^Fwhat I ^Ddone But he ^Bmshot at me for ^Alovin' her Thought he ^Grun me outta ^Dtown But I ^Chid until the mornin' light Then I ^Gburned his ^Fsawmill ^Ddown

^DI still love that ^Clong-haired girl There's a ^Gprice tag on my ^Dhead Her ^Amdaddy owns the county law And if I ^Ggo back there, I'm ^Ddead So ^DI just dream of ^Csouthern roses And ^Gmiss the love we ^Dfound Lord, I ^Amwish I'd never been born poor Or ^Gburnt the sawmill ^Ddown

It's been ^Bmyears since I left ^AGeorgia And I ^Gleft there on the r^Dun They say her ^Cdaddy's still in a rage ^GOver ^Fwhat I ^Ddone But he ^Bmshot at me for ^Alovin' her Thought he ^Grun me outta ^Dtown But I ^Chid until the mornin' light Then I ^Gburned his ^Fsawmill ^Ddown

^DDirt poor, backwoods, ^CI was raised Now the ^Glawman's comin' '^Dround Mama ^Amsaid, "I raised a good boy But he ^Gburnt the ^Fsawmill ^Ddown" Mama ^Amsaid, "I raised a good boy But he ^Gburnt the ^Fsawmill ^Ddown"