SAWMILL RIDGE ©2017 Mackie Humphries & Vic Arnold V1 Remember that train it passed by home, through the mountain to the valleys below with a lumber load from high above. Spring and summer that sawmill buzzed. V2 One August day the hills were quiet. No whistle or smoke, we wondered why. Rumors spread two workers died. On Sawmill Ridge they were buried alive. CH No more train acoming round. There'll be no more sawmill sounds. Kinda sad for our small town when Sawmill Ridge came tumbling down, Tumbling down, tumbling do...own. Inst. (as verse) V3 People came from miles away to see where tracks had once been laid, two crosses marked where those men lay and a caved in tunnel for their grave. CH (repeat) TAG It's so sad for our small town when Sawmill Ridge came tumbling down, Tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling do...own.
