The Forgotten Logger Lyrics
The Forgotten Logger - The Weavers
Lyrics by:James Stevenson
Composed by:James Stevenson
As I set down one evening within a small cafe
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say
I see that you are a logger
And not just a common bum
'Cause 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 whisky on it
He'd would eat a bale of hay
Well he never shaved his whiskers from over his horny hide
He just drive 'em in with a hammer
And bite 'em off inside
My lover came to see me upon one freezing day
He held me in a fond embrace which broke three vertebrae
Well he kissed me when we parted
So hard that it broke my jaw
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
I saw my logger leaving southering through the snow
Going gaily homeward at forty eight below
The weather it tried to freeze him it tried it's level best
At a hundred degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest
It froze clean through the China it froze to the stars above
At a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love
And so I lost my lover and to this caffay I come
And here I wait till someone
Stirs his coffee with his thumb