I Know A Lumberjack
I know a lumberjack
In rough bluejeans.
He's the toughest man
I have ever seen.
In his flannel shirt
He can brave the cold,
And for climbing high trees,
He's very bold.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his mighty shout...
TIMBER.
With his cross-cut saw,
And his big sharp ax,
His bicepts big,
I call him mighty Max.
If he comes your way,
You better run.
'Cause he'll put you to work
Just to get the job done.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
Well I've been caught,
I've been put to work.
I ache so bad.
My shoulder's hurt.
But I see him stare,
His jaw set firm.
He won't let me go,
Oh I feel
the burn.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
Days have gone by,
Now I'm strong like Max.
You should me swing
This big sharp axe.
The moral of
This little song...
Do a lumberjacks work.
You won't go wrong.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
In rough bluejeans.
He's the toughest man
I have ever seen.
In his flannel shirt
He can brave the cold,
And for climbing high trees,
He's very bold.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his mighty shout...
TIMBER.
With his cross-cut saw,
And his big sharp ax,
His bicepts big,
I call him mighty Max.
If he comes your way,
You better run.
'Cause he'll put you to work
Just to get the job done.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
Well I've been caught,
I've been put to work.
I ache so bad.
My shoulder's hurt.
But I see him stare,
His jaw set firm.
He won't let me go,
Oh I feel
the burn.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
Days have gone by,
Now I'm strong like Max.
You should me swing
This big sharp axe.
The moral of
This little song...
Do a lumberjacks work.
You won't go wrong.
Gettin' out the logs, it's what it's all about,
You better stand way back when you hear his might shout...
TIMBER.
