The Frozen Logger-The Weavers

[ti:The Frozen Logger] [ar:The Weavers] [al:American Roots Music - Selection 5] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Frozen Logger - The Weavers [00:03.67]As i sat down one evening within a small cafe [00:09.65] [00:10.32]A forty year old waitress to me these words did say [00:16.26] [00:16.83]I see that you are a logger and not just a common bum [00:23.31]Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb [00:29.44] [00:30.21]My lover was a logger there's none like him today [00:36.55]If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale hay [00:42.97]He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide [00:49.86]He just grand them in with a hammer then bite them off inside [00:55.72] [00:56.63]My lover came to see me upon one freezing day [01:03.03]He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae [01:09.71]Well he kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw [01:16.43]And i could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw [01:22.14] [01:23.37]I saw my logger leaving sauntering through the snow [01:29.40] [01:30.30]Going grimly homeward at forty eight below [01:36.13] [01:36.77]The weather it tried to freeze him it tried it's level best [01:42.99]At a hundred degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest [01:48.78] [01:49.66]It froze clean through to china it froze to the stars above [01:56.16]At a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love [02:02.70] [02:16.30]And so i lost my lover and to this cafe i come [02:23.01]And here i wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thum