Lumberjack Lyrics

Lumberjack

I lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin' me

Will you tell me somethin' Mr Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back
Is it two for stop or four for go
Boy ask a whistle punk I don't know

Well I learned this fact from a logger named Ray
You don't cut timber on a windy day
Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low
Or you ain't gonna live to collect your doe

Will you tell me somethin'...

Well you work in the woods from morning till night
You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight
On Saturday night you go to Eugene's
And on a Sunday morning your pockets are clean

Will you tell me somethin'...