Frozen Logger Tab de uke por James Stevens

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As I sat down one evening,
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'Twas in a small cafe,
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A forty year old waitress
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To me these words did say:

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I see that you're a logger,
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And not a common bum,
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For no one but a logger
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Stirs coffee with his thumb.

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I once had a logger lover,
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There's none like him today.
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If you poured whiskey on it,
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He'd eat a bail of hay.

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He never shaved a whisker
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Off of his horny hide;
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He hammered in the bristles,
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And bit them off inside.

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My logger came to see me,
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'Twas on a winter's day;
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He held me in a fond embrace
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That broke three vertebrae.

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He kissed me when we parted
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So hard it broke my jaw;
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I couldn't speak to tell him
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He forgot his mackinaw.

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I saw my logger lover
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Go stridin' through the snow,
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A-goin' gaily homeward
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At forty-eight below.

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The weather tried to freeze him,
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It did its very best;
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At a hundred degrees below zero,
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He buttoned up his vest.

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It froze clear down to China,
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It froze to the stars above;
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At a thousand degrees below zero,
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It froze my logger love.

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They tried in vain to thaw him,
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And if you believe it sir,
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They made him into axe blades
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To cut the Douglas Fir.

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And so I lost my logger,
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And to this cafe I've come,
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And it's here I wait for someone
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To stir coffee with his thumb.