Frozen Logger

Frozen Logger - Odetta

As I sat down one evening

Was in a small café

A seventy fourly years waitress

To me these words did say

I see you are a logger

And not just a common bum

But nobody but a logger

Stirs his coffee with his thumb

My lover was a logger

There's none like him today

If you'd pour whiskey on it

He'd eat a bale of hay

He never share whiskey

To most of his horny hide

He drove them in with a hammer

Then he'd bite them off inside

My lover he came to see me

Was on a freezing day

He held me in a fond embrace

That broke three vertebraes

He kissed me before we parted

So hard that he broke my jaw

I could not speak to tell him

He forgot his mackinaw

I saw my lover leaving

Sauntering through the snow

Going grimly homeward

At fifty degree below

The weather tried to freeze him

It tried it's level best

At a thousand degrees below zero

He buttoned up his vest

It froze clean through to China

And it froze to the stars above

And at two thousand degrees below zero

Froze my logger love

So my lover dies

This café I come

And here I wait till someone

Stirs his coffee

With his thumb