Sawdust Left Behind

Verse 1
Ricky’s job dried up at the mill
Like so many jobs these days
Still living the high paying life
Without the means or the ways
What’s a tree anyways – an easy night’s work
1000 dollars, an easy buck 
A load of blocks in a pickup truck

Chorus
But to hear those big cedars falls
Sends a shiver down my spine
For 800 years, they stood right here
Now there’s only sawdust left behind

Verse 2
Black market Bill ran the cedar mill
Turning out those shakes and shingles for public buying will
These are desperate times – a man’s got to live
Motivated by the greed of an easy dollar bill

Bridge

It burns a hole in the hearts of honest men
To see those big trees wasted and never come again
Let’s not pretend 
It’s bound to happen again

Verse 3
Midnight roads and B train loads
The blocks still pour out
The dirty cash in their dirty pockets
Feels pretty good – no doubt
But desperate men aren’t new to us
But this is desperate news
Finding new ways to offend us
New ways to abuse