Verse 1 Sawdust on my boots, sawdust in my hair, I swear this shop’s got more dust than air. The radio’s hummin’ some old George tune, And I’m fightin’ off the Monday afternoon. Chorus I got the sawdust blues, Workin’ with a heart that’s bruised. Tryin’ to shape my life with tools I choose, But all I get is sawdust blues. Verse 2 Cut too short, then cut too long, Nothin’ in this place is ever strong. But I keep on pushin’, keep on tryin’, Even when the wood keeps lyin’. Chorus I got the sawdust blues…
