Timber Man

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Many many years ago when this land 
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was young,
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    a lot of our country was 
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covered 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 
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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,
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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 I 
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please.

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    I give the man more than his 
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hire, and he'll never know it, if I 
tire,
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    show me the toughest tree 
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around, the timber man will bring it
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    Swing it hard,        cut it 
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clean, no halfway or in-between,
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    move when the axe is in my 
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hand make way for the timber man.

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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 
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in my brain,
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     and don't get caught out in 
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the rain.
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    I got stump water in my blood,
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    the sweat from my brow turns 
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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 
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timber Man

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    Swing it hard        cut it 
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clean, no halfway or in-between,
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    move when the axe is in my 
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hand, make way for the timber man.

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    And when they're cuttin' on a 
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tree and it's just about ready to 
fall,
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    the man yells out : “Timber ! 
Timber !"