Jerry (This Timber Got to Roll) Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

Timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll

I got to pull this timber ′fore the sun go down
Get it 'cross that river ′fore the boss comes 'round
Get it on down that dusty road
Come on, Jerry, let's tow this load

Cryin′ timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll

Well, my old Jerry is an Arkansas mule
Been everywhere and he ain′t no fool
Work get heavy, ol' Jerry gets sore
Pulled so much, he won′t pull no more

Cryin' timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll


Well, the boss, he tried to shoot ol′ Jerry in the head
Jerry ducked that bullet and he stomped him dead
Stomped that boss 'til I wanted to scream
Should have killed him ′cause he's so mean

Cryin' timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll

Well, the boss kicked Jerry and made him jump
Jerry ride and kick the boss on the rump
My old Jerry is a good old mule
Had it been me, Lord, I had a killed that fool

Cryin′ timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll
Timber, timber
Lord, this timber gotta roll

Come-on you Jerry, hang your soul
You know this timber gotta roll

Timber, timber