Sounds like this to me....

Fer a backwoods gal was she
And fer choppin' down a tree
She was handy with an ax and she was smart
Oh but I should have passed her by
When she waved and hollered hi
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart

Well when whe promised to be mine
I cut ninety logs of pine
For a little cabin in our world of hearts
All our dreams were heaven bound
Till she tore that castle down
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heartx

She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Like a buzzsaw rips a pole
She made sawdust of my soul
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart

She was tall and she was limber
And for timber she was fine
But her lips were poison oak and turpentine
She was cute and I was green
Yes my darlin' lumber queen
Twined me 'round her finger like a clingin' vine

Now I hang around the shack
Jist a lonesome lumberjack
Mighta knowed her heart
Was wooden from the start
When she snatched away her charms
There were splinters in my arms
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart

She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
When she rolled me down that hill
And she run me thru the mill
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart