The Frozen Logger
As I sat down one evening
Was in a small café
A forty year old waitress to me
These words did say
I see you that you are a logger
And not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb
My lover he was a logger
There's none like him today
Well if you'd pour whiskey on it
Well he'd eat a bale of hay
He never sharing his whiskey
To shave his horny hide
He'd just drive them in with a hammer
Then he'd bite them off inside
My lover he came to see me
Was on a freezing day
He held me in a fond embrace
That broke three vertebraes
Well he kissed me when we parted
So hard that he broke my jaw
And I could not speak to tell him
He forgot his mackinaw
I saw my lover leaving
Sauntering through the snow
Well going grimly homeward
At forty eight below
Wll the weather 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
And it froze to the stars above
And at a thousand degrees below zero
It froze my logger love
And so I lost my lover
And to this café I come
And here I wait till someone
Stirs his coffee with his thumb