Timber Man

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Many many years ago when this land 
was young,
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A lot of our country was covered by
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 big, tall, beautiful trees.
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And men had to have the trees to 
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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 
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and dumb, My home is in the loggin'
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 camp,
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All week I cut down the mighty 
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trees, Saturday I get to do as I 
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please.
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I give the man more than his hire, 
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and he'll never know it, if I tire,
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Show 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, no 
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halfway or in-between,
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Move when the axe is in my hand 
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make way for the timber man.
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Spoken: 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 in my
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And don't get caught out in the 
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rain. I got stump water in my blood,
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The sweat from my brow turns the 
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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 timber
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Swing it hard cut it clean, no 
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halfway or in-between,
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Move when the axe is in my hand, 
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make way for the 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