FROZEN LOGGER, THE

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Song Title
FROZEN LOGGER, THE
Writers
Stevens
Publisher
FOLKWAYS MUSIC PUBLISHERS, INC. (BMI)
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
WORLD
Themes/Keywords
Cafe, Coffee, Cold, Evening, Freezing, Froze, Log, Pain, Waitress, Weather, Whiskey
Lyrics
As I sat down one evening within a small café,
A forty year old waitress to me there words did say:
I see that you’re 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 would eat a bale of hay.
Well, 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 a fond embrace which broke three vertebrae.
Well, he kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw.
I could not speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw.

I saw my logger leaving, saunt’ring through the snow.
Going bravely 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.
And so I lost my lover, and to this café I come,
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb.

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