The Frozen Logger

As I sat down one evening within a small cafe
A forty year old waitress to
Me these words did say:

"I see that you are a logger
And not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs
His coffee with is thumb

My lover was a logger
There's none like him today
If you'd pour whiskey on it he
Could eat a bale of hay

He never shaved his whiskers from
Off of his horny hide
He'd just drive them in with a
Hammer and bite them off inside
My lover came to see me upon one freezing day
He held me in his fond
Embrace which broke three vertebrae

He kissed me when we parted
So hard that he broke my jaw
I could not speak to tell
Him he'd forgot his mackinaw

I saw my lover leaving
Sauntering through the snow
Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below

The weather it tried to freeze him
It tried it's level best
At a hundred degrees below zero
He buttoned up his vest

It froze clean through to China
It froze to the stars above
At a thousand degrees below zero
It froze my logger love

They tried in vain to thaw him
And would you believe me, sir
They made him into axeblades
To chop the Douglas fir

And so I lost my lover
And to this cafe I come
And here I wait till someone stirs
His coffee with his thumb"