ฟังเพลงThe Forgotten Logger

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