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by Hal Willis
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5 Oct '64 Country

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Well I walk along the river with my new Swede Saw With a file in the pocket of my old mackanaw I'm a headed for the wood each morning at the break of day As I take a little short cut over the hill I can hear the whistle blow at the old saw mill It's the night gang a-leaving for the bunkhouse across the bay


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Chorus Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break I'm a boiling up my tea in an old tin can Cause that is the life of a Lumberjack Man I'm gonna cut me a jack pine tall and limber You'd better step aside when I holler timber My double bit axe is gonna make the big chips fly When the cut is clean, I'll set my wedge And drive it into place with a nine pound sledge I've already picked the spot where this big tree gonna lie Chorus The swamper's getting ready to take my load Skidding out my logs, and pile em on the road I'm a waiting for the jammer, to put them on the sleigh The boss man's a coming to scale my lumber I better make sure, that he's got the right number Before I let the logs go a rolling on their way

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