[Verse]
A E A
As I step out one morning into a small cafe,
D E A
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:
E A
She said I see sir you?re a logger, and not just a common bum,
D E A
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb.
[Verse]
E A
My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
D E A
If you'd pour a little whiskey up on it he eat a bale of hay
E A
My lover came to see me twas on one freezing day;
D E A
He threw his arms around me and broke three vertebrae.
[Verse]
E A
I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow,
D E A
Up going gaily homeward at forty-eight below.
E A
The weather tried to freeze him, it tried its level best;
D E A
At a thousand degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.
[Verse]
E A
It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above;
D E A
At a million degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.
E A
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,
D E A
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."