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- From: jbulf@balsa.Berkeley.EDU (Jeff Bulf)
- Newsgroups: rec.music.gdead
- Subject: Re: Frozen Logger lyrics
- Message-ID: <1993Jan22.235131.25126@kpc.com>
- Date: 22 Jan 93 23:51:31 GMT
- References: <C19w02.G56@news.cso.uiuc.edu>
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- Reply-To: jbulf@balsa.Berkeley.EDU (Jeff Bulf)
- Organization: Kubota Pacific Computers Inc.
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- In article <C19w02.G56@news.cso.uiuc.edu>, pjpg1258@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Paul J. Pearah) writes:
- |> Here is my best guess. Can anyone offer corrections and/or fill in the gaps?
-
- I was a folkie in the early 60's, and this was the song I learned to play
- guitar on. As it stood in my 60's folksong book, here goes...
-
- |>
- |> FROZEN LOGGER SONG
-
- [correct stanzas deleted]
-
- |> my lover was a logger but not like none today
- |> if you pour whiskey on it he'd eat a bale of hay
-
- he never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide
- he'd just drive them in with a hammer and bit them off inside
-
- my lover came to see me twas on one freezing day
- he held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae
-
- he kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw
- i could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
-
- |> the weather tried to freeze him it tried its very best
- |> at 100 degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest
- |>
- |> it froze clear down to china it froze the stars above
- |> at a jillion degrees below zero it froze her logger love
-
- thousand, not jillion (real nitpicking there)
-
- and so I lost my lover and to this cafe I've come
- and here I wait til someone stirs his coffee with his thumb.
-
- Hope this helps.
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