Sawmill Written by Tommy Shaw Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw Papaw followed the timber in 1929 With seven hungry children He was working all the time Daddy was the middle son Tough as a fire plug That's why Papaw chose him To carry the water jug Drink, drink, drink from the cup Here's a litle mud in your eye Drink, drink fill her back up Never let the jug run dry The woods of Sylacauga Is where they pitched their tent Amidst lumberjacks and loggers Worked hard for every cent One day while hauling water On the rounds he made He watched a man get split in two Who was careless with the blade Drink, drink, drink from the cup Here's a little mud in your eye Drink, drink fill her back up Never let the jug run dry Never let the jug run dry As I look back I still recall That everywhere he'd go He always kept a water jug Made sure he kept it full Daddy loved to tell the tale It never did get old Visions of dead lumberjacks Still make my blood run cold Drink, drink, drink from the cup...

Umpteen Miles Written by Tommy Shaw, Brad Davis Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw My daddy died upon this mountain Spent his life working with his hands Made his pay fair by hauling flat rock From up here on the back side of his land When I was ten he took me to the quarry Taught me things I never will forget He showed no fear when he walked along the high side Far above that rocky river bed It's umpteen miles boy can you climb it? It's umpteen miles to the ferry car When you're umpteen miles high you can't back down it It's umpteen miles down the bottom rock Times may have changed but not this mountain All these years it stood there all alone I passed the torch and now it's up to you son To make your mark upon this stone mass stone It's umpteen miles boy can you climb it? It's umpteen miles to the ferry car When you're umpteen miles high you can't back down it It's umpteen miles down the bottom rock It's umpteen miles boy can you climb it? It...