Cisco Houston
The Frozen Logger
As I set down one evening in a timber town cafeA six foot-seven waitress, to me these words did say"I see you are a logger and not a common bumFor no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb"My lover was a logger, there's none like him todayIf you'd sprinkle whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hayHe never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hideBut he'd pound 'em in with a hammer, then bite 'em off inside"My lover came to see me one freezing winter dayHe held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebraeHe kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jawAnd I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw"I watched my logger lover going through the snowA-sauntering gaily homeward at forty eight belowThe weather tried to freeze him, it tried it's level bestAt a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest"It froze clean down to China, it froze to the stars aboveAt one thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger loveThey tried in vain to thaw him and if you'll believe me, sirThey made him into ax blades to chop the Douglas fir"That's how I lost my lover and to this caffay I comeAnd here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumbAnd then I tell my story of my love they could not thawWho kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw"
From Letras Mania