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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, a-trudging 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.
                   E                        A
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,
        A7               D                A      E        A
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."