The Frozen Logger Johnny Cash

As I sat down one evening within a small cafe
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:

"I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb

My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay

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 his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae

He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw

I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow
Going gaily 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