Timber Man

	  		
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Many many years ago when this land was young, 
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A lot of our country was covered by big, tall, beautiful trees. 
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And men had to have the trees to make wood to build houses, 
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Make furniture with, to make boats, even to make paper with. 
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So as more and more people came, more wood was needed, 
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So more and more trees were cut down. 
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And the man that lived in the forest and cut down the trees 
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Was called the timber man. 
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Well, my world is green and dark and dumb, My home is in the loggin' camp, 
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All week I cut down the mighty trees, Saturday I get to do as I please.   
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I give the man more than his hire, and he'll never know it, if I tire, 
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Show me the toughest tree around, the timber man will bring it down. 
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Swing it hard, cut it clean, no halfway or in-between, 
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Move when the axe is in my hand make way for the timber man. 
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Spoken: Yeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually, 

That timber man that lived in that forest and cut down those big trees. 
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Well, they say there's sawdust in my brain, 
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And don't get caught out in the rain. I got stump water in my blood, 
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The sweat from my brow turns the ground to mud. 
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When the men don't know how to fell a tree, 
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The one they'll come and ask is me. 
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I'll mark my spot and I'll take my stand, 
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The tree?s gonna fall for the timber Man 
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Swing it hard cut it clean, no halfway or in-between, 
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Move when the axe is in my hand, make way for the timber man. 
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And when they're cuttin' on a tree and it's just about ready to fall, 
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The man yells out