Chords with lyrics
C G C As I sat down one evening, 'twas in a small cafe, C F G C A forty year old waitress, to me these words did say: C G C I see that you're a logger, and not a common bum, C F G C For no one but a logger stirs coffee with his thumb. C G C I once had a logger lover, there's none like him today. C F G C If you poured whiskey on it, he'd eat a bail of hay. C G C He never shaved a whisker, off of his horny hide; C F G C He hammered in the bristles, and bit them off inside. C G C My logger came to see me, 'twas on a winter's day; C F G C He held me in a fond embrace, that broke three vertebrae. C G C He kissed me when we parted, so hard it broke my jaw; C F G C I couldn't speak to tell him, he forgot his mackinaw. C G C I saw my logger lover, go stridin' through the snow, C F G C A-goin' gaily homeward, at forty-eight below. C G C The weather tried to freeze him, it did its very best; C F G C At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest. C G C It froze clear down to China, it froze to the stars above; C F G C At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love. C G C They tried in vain to thaw him, and if you believe it, Sir, C G C They made him into axe blades, to cut the Douglas Fir. C G C And so I lost my logger, and to this cafe I've come, C F G C
