He drank his last shot of whiskey as the fire raged on
Took a look at his black-stained palms
His old eyes turned misty as the fire raged on
They'll be sorry when he's gone

Yeah, they see no error in his ways
Yeah, they see no error in his ways
Oh, and I, I'll be prayin' to the Lord just to save his soul 'cause
He won't do crime anymore

Took 'em to the sawmill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned, he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you

Took 'em to the sawmill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned, he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you

Oh, and they called him a monster
On the very first page
But how could they, how could they
How could they define a man who loses everything in such a way?
'Cause they see no error in his ways
Yeah, they see no error in his ways
Oh, and I, I'll be prayin' to the Lord just to save his soul 'cause
He won't do crime anymore

Took 'em to the sawmill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned, he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you

Took 'em to the sawmill
Hid his tracks along the way
And as the paper burned, he screamed
I don't need you
I don't need you