I, Lumberjack
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I, Lumberjack
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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.
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