It’s the same every year
No one wants to work a lick
They’d rather be home drinking beer
Christmas at the sawmill
It’s the same every year
We share the same old stories
We all love to hear
Christmas at the sawmill
It’s the same every year
The foreman gets drunk
And calls someone a queer
Christmas at the sawmill
It’s the same every year
Keep up the good work boys
And it won’t be shut down next year
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