The Frozen Logger
Written by James Stevens
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis




|G / |D / |D / |G / As I sat down one evening, it was in a small café, |G / |C / |D / |G / | A forty year old waitress to me these words did say.


I see you that you are a logger and not just a common bum, 'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb.


My lover he was a logger, there's none like him today, Well if you'd pour whiskey on it well he'd eat a bale of hay.


He never used a razor to shave his horny hide, He'd drive his whiskers in with a hammer, then he'd bite them off inside.


My lover he came to see me, it was on a freezing day, He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae.


Well he kissed me when we parted so hard that he broke my jaw, And I could not speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw.


I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, Going grimly homeward at forty eight below.


The weather tried to freeze him, it tried its level best, At a hundred degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest.


It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above, And at a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.


And so I lost my lover and to this café I come, And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb.



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