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The Frozen Logger - Homer & Jethro
As I sat down one evening was in a small cafe
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say
I see that you are a logger and not 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 pour whiskey on it
He'd eat a bale of hay
He never shaved his whiskers from of his horny hide
He'd drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside
My lover came to see me upon one freezing day
He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae
He kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
It froze clean through to china it froze to the stars above
At a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love
And so I lost my lover to this cafe I come
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
