The Frozen Logger The Weavers

[Verse 1]
As I sat down one evening
Within a small café
A forty-year old waitress
To me these words did say

[Verse 2]
"I see that you are a logger
And not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb"

[Verse 3]
"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"

[Verse 4]
"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"

[Verse 5]
"My lover came to see me
Upon one freezing day
He held me in a fond embrace
Which broke three vertebrae"