THE LUMBERJACK
Songwriters Hal Willis
and
Ginger Willis            


Verse 1 Well I walk along the river with my new Swede Saw
With a file in the pocket of my old mackanaw
I'm a headed for the wood each morning at the break of day
As I take a little short cut over the hill
I can hear the whistle blow at the old saw mill
It's the night gang a-leaving for the bunkhouse across the bay
   
Chorus Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake
I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break
I'm a boiling up my tea in an old tin can
Cause that is the life of a Lumberjack Man
   
Verse 2 I'm gonna cut me a jack pine tall and limber
You'd better step aside when I holler timber
My double bit axe is gonna make the big chips fly
When the cut is clean, I'll set my wedge
And drive it into place with a nine pound sledge
I've already picked the spot where this big tree gonna lie
   
Chorus Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake
I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break
I'm a boiling up my tea in an old tin can
Cause that is the life of a Lumberjack Man

Verse 3 The swamper's getting ready to take my load
Skidding out my logs, and pile em on the road
I'm a waiting for the jammer, to put them on the sleigh
The boss man's a coming to scale my lumber
I better make sure, that he's got the right number
Before I let the logs go a rolling on their way
   


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