INTRO: verse 1 Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green Some say it's a treasure, but it turns some others mean There's a place in California as the logging people know Where the forest fell to plunder and the sawmill made it so verse 2 Felling and refining it requires an able team Flywheel blades a whining 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 Instrumental BRIDGE 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