Way down in Macon
they were singing the blues
But back home in Yonkers
we had nothing to choose
No country, no race records,
just some old white fluff stuff
And for some of us boys,
it just wasn't good enough
And in a Mount Vernon basement,
in Guardiac's old house
It was Greg, Ted, and me,
we was turning them out
And it was country, it was country,
and it was country again
And Sister Susan just loves
what the neighbors can't stand
Sawmill River Road, Sawmill River Road
Stop off in Ardsley
just east of the parkway
Sawmill River Road,
feed the rebel in you
You'd take your fifty -six Chevy
to that old Chattanooga
Well, I talked, weeped, and wailed
Then I cried, cried, cried
And I showed the clouds
how to cover up that clear blue sky
But the tears I cried for that woman
Are gonna flood you, big river
And I'm gonna sit right here until
I die
It was the Hudson Valley boys
on a good Friday night
Singing, do what you did,
what you done mean last night
And the locals got angry,
and the police came around
You keep playing that song,
boys, we'll be shutting you down
Singing
Sawmill River Road, Sawmill River Road
Stop off in Ardsley
just east of the park
Sawmill River Road,
feed the rebel in you
Take your 56 Chevy
to that old Chattanooga
He looked at the sea and
it seemed to say,
I took your baby from you away
I heard a voice crying out deep,
Come join the baby in the sleep,
in the sleep, in the sleep
Sawmill River Road, Sawmill River Road
It's a stop off in Hartsley,
just east of the park
Sawmill River Road, feed the rebel in you
You take your 56 Chevy
to that old Chattanooga you