A song of love, and winter weather
As I stepped out one morning
Into a small cafe
A forty year old waitress
To me these words did say
She said: I see sir that you are a logger
And not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb
My lover was a logger
There's none like him today
If you'd pour whiskey upon it
He could eat a bale of hay
My lover came to see me
Was on one one freezing day
He threw his arms around me
And broke three vertebrae
I saw my lover leaving
A trudging through the snow
A goin' gaily homeward
At forty-eight below
The weather it tried to freeze him
It tried its level best
At a thousand degrees below zero
He buttoned up his vest
It froze clear through to China
It froze to the stars above
At a million degrees below zero
It froze my logger love
And so I lost my logger
And to this cafe I come
And here I wait 'till someone
Stirs his coffee with his thumb
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