Logger Love (Traditional) it froze my logger love.
As I sat down one evening 'twas in a small cafe, They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you
A forty year old waitress to me these words did believe me, sir. They cut him into to axe
say: blades, to chop the Douglas fir.
"I see you are a logger and not just a common And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I've
bum For nobody but a logger stirs coffee with come, To sit and wait for someone who stirs
his thumb. coffee with his thumb.
My lover was a logger, there's none like him
today, If you poured whiskey on it, he'd eat a
bale of hay.
He never shaved his whiskers from off of his
horny hide, He's drive them in with a hammer and
bite them off inside.
My lover came to see me, 'twas on a stormy day,
He held me in a fond embrace and broke three
He kissed me when we parted, so hard he broke my
jaw That I couldn't speak to tell him he forgot
I saw my logger lover go sauntering through the
snow, A-goin' gaily homeward at forty-eight below.
The weather tried to freeze him, it tried its
level best. At a hundred degrees below zero, he
buttoned up his vest.
It froze clear down to China, it froze to the
stars above, At a thousand degrees below zero,