The Frozen Logger

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As I step out one morning  into a small cafe, 
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A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:
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She said I see sir you’re a logger, and not just a common bum, 
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'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb.

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My lover was a logger, there's none like him today; 
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If you'd pour a little whiskey up on it he eat a bale of hay
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My lover came to see me twas on one freezing day; 
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He threw his arms around me and broke three vertebrae.

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I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow, 
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Up going gaily homeward at forty-eight below.
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The weather tried to freeze him, it tried its level best; 
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At a thousand degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.

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It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above; 
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At a million degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.
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And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come, 
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And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."