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For a backwoods girl was she |
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And for choppin' down a tree |
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She was handy with an axe and she was smart |
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Oh, but I should have passed her by |
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When she waved and hollered "Hi" |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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Well, when she promised to be mine |
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I cut ninety logs of pine |
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For a little cabin in our world apart |
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All our dreams were heaven bound |
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Till she tore that cabin down |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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She was tall and she was limber |
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And her timber she was fine |
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But her lips were poison oak and turpentine |
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She was seasoned, I was green |
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Yes, my darling lumber queen |
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Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine |
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Now I hang around the shack |
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Just a lonesome lumberjack |
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Might have known her heart was wooden from the start |
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When she smashed away her charms |
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There was splinters in my arms |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |
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When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill |
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She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart |