Lumberjack Songtext
von Willie Nelson

I lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin′ me

Will you tell me somethin', Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don′t know


Well, I learned this fact from a logger named Ray
You don't cut timber on a windy day
Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low
Or you ain′t gonna live to collect your dough

Will you tell me somethin′, Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know

Well, you work in the woods from morning ′til night
You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight
On Saturday night you go to Eugene's
And on a Sunday morning, your pockets are clean


Will you tell me somethin′, Mr. Lumberjack
Is it one for forward and three for back?
Is it two for stop or four for go?
Boy, ask a whistle punk. I don't know