Yippe! I just found two VERY OBSCURE verses for "Frozen Logger." I found these in the late Walt Robertson song notes. I can remember him telling me that he thought Jim Stevens wrote them, but rarely sang them.

"They found him in the morning, A cold, sad frozen ghost, They took him to a stable, To make a hitching post."

"Someday a hot house will thaw him, And home to me he'll come, And I'll sit and proudly watch him, Stir his coffee with his thumb." CHEERS, Bob Nelson (deckman)