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Many, many years ago |
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When this land was young |
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A lot of our country was covered |
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By big tall beautiful trees |
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And men had to have the trees |
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To make wood, to build houses |
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Make furniture with, to make boats |
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Even to make paper with |
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So as more and more people came |
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More wood was needed |
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So more and more trees |
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Were cut down |
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And the man that lived in the forest |
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And cut down the trees |
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Was called the |
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Timber man |
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Well, my world is green and dark and dumb |
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My home is in the loggin' camp |
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All week I cut down the mighty trees |
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Saturday I get to do as |
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I pleaseI give the man more than his hire |
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And he'll never know it if |
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I tireShow me the toughest tree around |
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The Timber man will bring it down |
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Swing it hard, cut it clean |
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No halfway or in-between |
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Move when the axe is in my hand |
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Make way for the |
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Timber man |
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Yeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually |
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That Timber man that lived in that forest |
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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 |
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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 |
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I'll take my stand |
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The tree's gonna fall for the |
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Timber man |
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Swing it hard, cut it clean |
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No halfway or in-between |
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Move when the axe is in my hand |
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Make way for the |
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Timber man |
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And when they're cuttin' on a tree |
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And it's just about ready to fall |
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The man yells out timber, timber |
