G D7 G As I stepped out one morning into a small caféC G D7 G A forty year old waitress to me these words did sayD7 G She said I see sir you’re a logger and not just a common bumC G D7 G Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumbD7 G My lover was a logger there's none like him todayC G D7 G If you'd pour a little whiskey upon it he’d eat a bale of hayD7 G My lover came to see me twas on one freezing dayC G D7 G He threw his arms around me and broke three vertebraeD7 G I saw my lover leaving a trudging through the snowC G D7 G A-going gaily homeward at forty-eight belowD7 G The weather tried to freeze him it tried its level bestC G D7 G At a thousand degrees below zero he buttoned up his vestD7 G It froze clear through to China it froze to the stars aboveC G D7 G At a million degrees below zero it froze my logger loveD7 G And so I lost my logger and to this cafe I comeC G D7 G And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
The Frozen Logger
Johnny Crash
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