Lumberjack

歌詞

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 dough 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, you work in the woods from morning 'til 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', 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