(The) Timber Man (Cash Johnny)

Many, many years ago When this land was young A lot of our country was covered By big tall beautiful trees And men had to have the trees To make wood, to build houses Make furniture with, to make boats Even to make paper with So as more and more people came More wood was needed So more and more trees Were cut down And the man that lived in the forest And cut down the trees Was called the Timber man Well, my world is green and dark and dumb My home is in the loggin' camp All week I cut down the mighty trees Saturday I get to do as I please I give the man more than his hire And he'll never know it if I tire Show me the toughest tree around The Timber man will bring it down Swing it hard, cut it clean No halfway or in-between Move when the axe is in my hand Make way for the Timber man Yeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually That Timber man that lived in that forest And cut down those big trees Well, they say there's sawdust in my brain And don't get caught out in the rain I got stump water in my blood The sweat from my brow turns the ground to mud When the men don't know how to fell a tree The one they'll come and ask is me I'll mark my spot and I'll take my stand The tree's gonna fall for the Timber man Swing it hard, cut it clean No halfway or in-between Move when the axe is in my hand Make way for the Timber man And when they're cuttin' on a tree And it's just about ready to fall The man yells out timber, timber