(The) Timber Man

Many, many years ago

When this land was young

A lot of our country was covered

By big tall beautiful trees

And men had to have the trees

To make wood, to build houses

Make furniture with, to make boats

Even to make paper with

So as more and more people came

More wood was needed

So more and more trees

Were cut down

And the man that lived in the forest

And cut down the trees

Was called the Timber man

Well, my world is green and dark and dumb

My home is in the loggin' camp

All week I cut down the mighty trees

Saturday I get to do as I please

I give the man more than his hire

And he'll never know it if I tire

Show me the toughest tree around

The Timber man will bring it down

Swing it hard, cut it clean

No halfway or in-between

Move when the axe is in my hand

Make way for the Timber man

Yeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually

That Timber man that lived in that forest

And cut down those big trees

Well, they say there's sawdust in my brain

And don't get caught out in the rain

I got stump water in my blood

The sweat from my brow turns the ground to mud

When the men don't know how to fell a tree

The one they'll come and ask is me

I'll mark my spot and I'll take my stand

The tree's gonna fall for the Timber man

Swing it hard, cut it clean

No halfway or in-between

Move when the axe is in my hand

Make way for the Timber man

And when they're cuttin' on a tree

And it's just about ready to fall

The man yells out timber, timber