The Frozen Logger-Pete Seeger & The Weavers

[ti:The Frozen Logger] [ar:The Weavers] [al:American Roots Music - Selection 5] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Frozen Logger - Pete Seeger & The Weavers [00:03.47]As i sat down one evening within a small cafe [00:09.45] [00:10.12]A forty year old waitress to me these words did say [00:16.06] [00:16.63]I see that you are a logger and not just a common bum [00:23.12]Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb [00:29.25] [00:30.02]My lover was a logger there's none like him today [00:36.36]If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale hay [00:42.77]He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide [00:49.66]He just grand them in with a hammer then bite them off inside [00:55.52] [00:56.43]My lover came to see me upon one freezing day [01:02.84]He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae [01:09.52]Well he kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw [01:16.24]And i could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw [01:21.95] [01:23.18]I saw my logger leaving sauntering through the snow [01:29.20] [01:30.10]Going grimly homeward at forty eight below [01:35.93] [01:36.57]The weather it tried to freeze him it tried it's level best [01:42.79]At a hundred degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest [01:48.58] [01:49.46]It froze clean through to china it froze to the stars above [01:55.96]At a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love [02:02.50] [02:16.11]And so i lost my lover and to this cafe i come [02:22.82]And here i wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thum