I, Lumberjack

I'm a lumberjack and i work

The winter's cold

My house is one room

With sawdust on the floor

And the walls are everywhere covered

With broken saws i collected through

Years, see these are the hands of a happy man

These are the hands of a happy man

I'm a lumberjack and i wear

Thick rubber boots

Every saturday night i go into

Town for a bottle or two of your

Pure old wheat brew and when i'm good

I leave and when i bump into your bear

I kill it and remove you from his insides

And your lover son ran away

Your daughter is dead

And your husband, suicide,

You're mine

You're mine

You're mine.