As i set down one evening in a timber town cafe a six foot-seven waitress, to me these words did say "i see you are a logger and not a common bum for no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb "my lover was a logger, there's none like him today if you'd sprinkle whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hay he never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide but he'd pound 'em in with a hammer, then bite 'em off inside "my lover came to see me one freezing winter day he held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae he kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw and i could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw "i watched my logger lover going through the snow a-sauntering gaily homeward at forty eight below the weather tried to freeze him, it tried it's level best at a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest "it froze clean down to china, it froze to the stars above at one thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love they tried in vain to thaw him and if you'll believe me, sir they made him into ax blades to chop the douglas fir "that's how i lost my lover and to this caffay i come and here i wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb and then i tell my story of my love they could not thaw who kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
