I once had a friend named Joe the biggest lumberjack in old Idaho
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He worked like a dog from day to day he drew ten cents an hour for his pay
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Come Saturday evenin' it have him a ball it'd ride him along the Idaho Falls
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But now old Joe he's laid to rest he forgot this slogan that he learned best
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Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of wood better listen what I say
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Winds and top flowers go either way don't you cut timber on a windy day
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Don't you cut timber on a windy day...
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Now Joe had a girl and her name was Anne had arms like a bull and muscles like a man
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And when she heard old Joe is dead she picked up rags and away she plead
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Up in the mountains where the trees grow tall it was in her mind to cut 'em all
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Folks around here say to this day that end still up they're chappin' away
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Don't you cut timber on a windy day...
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Don't Cut Timber On A Windy Day
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| Sonny James |
