Lumberjack

I lived on a farm out in Iowa

I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay

Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free

Heard the Oregon timber callin' me



Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack

Is it one for forward and three for back?

Is it two for stop or four for go?

Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know



Well, I learned this fact from a logger named Ray

You don't cut timber on a windy day

Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low

Or you ain't gonna live to collect your dough



Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack

Is it one for forward and three for back?

Is it two for stop or four for go?

Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know



Well, you work in the woods from morning 'til night

You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight

On Saturday night you go to Eugene's

And on a Sunday morning, your pockets are clean



Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack

Is it one for forward and three for back?

Is it two for stop or four for go?

Boy, ask a whistle punk. I don't know