The Frozen Logger - The Weavers

The Frozen Logger - The Weavers
As i sat 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 whiskey on it he could eat a bale hay
He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide
He just grand them in with a hammer then bite them off inside
My lover came to see me upon one freezing day
He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae
Well he kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw
And i could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
I saw my logger leaving sauntering through the snow
Going grimly 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 to 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 cafe i come
And here i wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thum