As I stepped out one morning into a small cafe
A 40 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 a little whiskey up on it, he'd eat a bale of hay
My lover came to see me twas on one freezing day
He threw his arms around me and broke three vertebrae
I saw my lover leaving, trudging through the snow
Up going gaily homeward at 48 below
The weather 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 lover, and to this cafe I come
And here I wait 'til someone stirs his coffee with his thumb"
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