[Verse 1] Clock strikes six, I’m on my way Boots on gravel, first light gray Safety glasses, coffee gone cold Stacking boards with my old soul Pine and cedar, rough-cut clean Riverbend Springs waking up on me [Pre-Chorus] White oak piles to the ceiling high Saw teeth singing through the sky I wipe my brow, and I grin Same hard day, I’m back again [Chorus] Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs Where the sawdust flies and the bluebird sings Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs I make a living with my two strong hands (oh, Riverbend Springs) Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs At the local sawmill, I’m a working man [Verse 2] Boss man nods, says “haul that load” Forklift humming down the road Fresh-cut boards, stacked in a line Every scar on my hands feels fine Lunchtime shade by the loading dock Talkin’ deer tracks and the old church clock [Pre-Chorus] Sun slides low on the mill yard fence Every splinter tells what work meant I wash it off, but it sticks around A little bit of home in this mill town [Chorus] Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs Where the sawdust flies and the bluebird sings Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs I make a living with my two strong hands (oh, Riverbend Springs) Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs At the local sawmill, I’m a working man [Bridge] If the road gets long and the money’s thin I know that whistle will call me in From the first cut down to the final stack This old town’s got my back [Chorus] Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs Where the sawdust flies and the bluebird sings Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs I make a living with my two strong hands (oh, Riverbend Springs) Riverbend Springs, Riverbend Springs At the local sawmill, I’m a working man
