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Many many years ago when this land was young,
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a lot of our country was covered by big, tall, beautiful trees.
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And men had to have the trees to make wood to build houses,
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make furniture with, to make boats, even to make paper with.
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So as more and more people came, more wood was needed,
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so more and more trees were cut down.
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And the man that lived in the forest and cut down the trees
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was called the timber man.
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Well, my world is green and dark and dumb,
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my home is in the loggin' camp,
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All week I cut down the mighty trees,
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Saturday I get to do as I please.
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I give the man more than his hire, and he'll never know it, if I tire,
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show me the toughest tree around, the timber man will bring it down.
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Swing it hard, cut it clean, no halfway or in-between,
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move when the axe is in my hand make way for the timber man.
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Yeah, he was a mighty big tough man usually,
that timber man that lived in that forest and cut down those big trees.
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Well, they say there's sawdust in my brain,
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and don't get caught out in the rain.
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I got stump water in my blood,
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the sweat from my brow turns the ground to mud.
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When the men don't know how to fell a tree,
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the one they'll come and ask is me.
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I'll mark my spot and I'll take my stand,
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the tree’s gonna fall for the timber Man
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Swing it hard cut it clean, no halfway or in-between,
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move when the axe is in my hand, make way for the timber man.
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And when they're cuttin' on a tree and it's just about ready to fall,
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the man yells out : “Timber ! Timber !"
