Got to pull this timber 'fore the sun goes down Get it cross the river 'fore the boss comes 'round Drag it down that dusty road Come on, Jerry, let's dump this load
Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll
My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule Been everywhere and he ain't no fool Weighed nine hundred and twenty-two Done everything a poor mule could do
Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Jerry's old shoulder was six foot tall Pulled more timber than a freight can haul Work got heavy, old Jerry got sore Pulled so much he wouldn't pull no more
Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Boss hit Jerry and made him jump Jerry reared up and kicked the boss in the rump Now my old Jerry was a good old mule If it had-a been me I'd-a killed that fool
The boss he tried to shoot my Jerry in the head Jerry ducked the bullet and stomped him dead Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream Should have killed him 'cause he's so damn mean
Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll Hollerin' timber Lord, this timber's gotta roll Lord, this timber's gotta roll Lord, this timber's gotta rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
