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TIMBER MAN
MaEny many years ago when this laAnd was young, A lEot of our country was covered by B7big, tall, beautiful trees. And mEen had to have the trees to make wood to bAuild houses, B7Make furniture with, to make bEoats, even to make paAper with. So as mEore and more people came, more wood was needed, So mB7ore and more trees were cut down. And the man that liEved in the forest and cut down the trees Was called the timber mEan. Well, my wEorld is green and daArk and dumb, My B7home is in the loggin' cEamp, All wEeek I cut down the miAghty trees, SaB7turday I get to do as I plEease. I gB7ive the man more than his hire, and hAe'll never know it, Eif I tire, B7Show me the toughest tree around, the tiAmber man will brEing it down. ASwing it hard, Ecut it clean, B7no halfway or iEn-between, MoAve when the axe is Ein my hand mB7ake way for the tiEmber man. Spoken: YEeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually,
That timber man that lived in that forest and cut down those big trees.
Well, they sEay there's sawdust Ain my brain, And doB7n't get caught out in the rEain. I got stump water Ain my blood, The swB7eat from my brow turns the ground to Emud. When the mB7en don't know how to fell a tree, The oAne they'll come and aEsk is me. I'll mB7ark my spot and I'll take my stand, The trAee?s gonna fall for the tiEmber Man SwAing it hard cEut it clean, B7no halfway or in-beEtween, MoAve when the axe is Ein my hand, B7make way for the timEber man. And when they're cuEttin' on a tree and it's jB7ust about ready to fall, The mEan yells out