Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green
Some say it's a treasure, but it turns the mothers mean
There's a place in California
As the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
Felling and refining, it requires an able team
Flywheels blades a'whinning
While the whistle blows its steam
There's a place in California
As the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
As the sweat pours off my brow line
And the dust does make me choke
See the trees all turn to pasture
And the logs all turn to smoke
There's a place in California
As the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
The sawmill made it so
