Song | The Frozen Logger |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | Bootleg, Volume 2: From Memphis To Hollywood |
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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 is thumb. | |
My lover was a logger, there's none like him today; | |
If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay | |
He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide; | |
He'd just drive them in with a hammer and 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. | |
He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw; | |
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw. | |
I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, | |
Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below. | |
The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its 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. | |
They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir | |
They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir. | |
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come, | |
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb. |
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 is thumb. | |
My lover was a logger, there' s none like him today | |
If you' d pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay | |
He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide | |
He' d just drive them in with a hammer and 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. | |
He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw | |
I could not speak to tell him he' d forgot his mackinaw. | |
I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, | |
Going gaily homeward at fortyeight below. | |
The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its 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. | |
They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir | |
They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir. | |
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come, | |
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb. |
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 is thumb. | |
My lover was a logger, there' s none like him today | |
If you' d pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay | |
He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide | |
He' d just drive them in with a hammer and 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. | |
He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw | |
I could not speak to tell him he' d forgot his mackinaw. | |
I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, | |
Going gaily homeward at fortyeight below. | |
The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its 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. | |
They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir | |
They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir. | |
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come, | |
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb. |