LYRICS NEEDED: any help is really welcome Album - Goodnight Irene 1949-1953 [Disc 2] Track 18 of 30 Comment and vote, folks!Lyrics will be added on Video too:
My lover he came to see me was on a freezing day He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae Well he kissed me when we parted so hard that he broke my jaw And I could not speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw I saw my lover leaving sauntering through the snow Well going grimly homeward at forty eight below Wll the weather tried to freeze him it tried its level best At a hundred degrees below zero why, he buttoned up his vest
As a child growing up in BC surrounded by woods and loggers, I knew this song by heart when I was 5. A great song! Order of the lyrics posts: 1. As I sat down... 2. My lover came to see me... 3. It froze clean through to China... Enjoy!
As I sat down one evening, was in a small café A forty year old waitress to me these words did say I see you that you are a logger and not just a common bum 'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb My lover he was a logger, there's none like him today Well if you'd pour whiskey on it well he'd eat a bale of hay He never used a razor to shave his horny hide He'd just drive them in with a hammer then he'd bite them off inside My lover he came to see me was on a freezing day He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebraes Well he kissed me when we parted so hard that he broke my jaw And I could not speak to tell him he forgot his mackinaw I saw my lover leaving sauntering through the snow Well going grimly homeward at forty eight below Wll the weather tried to freeze him it tried its level best At a hundred degrees below zero why, he buttoned up his vest It froze clean through to China and it froze to the stars above And at a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love And so I lost my lover and to this café I come And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
As I sat down one evening, within a small café A forty year old waitress to me these words did say I see you that you are a logger and not just a common bum 'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb My lover was a logger, there's none like him today If you'd pour whiskey on it he would eat a bale of hay Well he never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide He'd just drive them in with a hammer then he'd bite them off inside
Just lost my father that used to play the banjo and my uncle that played the guitar and they sang this to us kids . We were raised in New Hampshire where it gets pretty cold and we knew this song as well as we knew the pledge of allegiance.
One missing verse the way I heard it: "They tried in vain to thaw him and if you believe it sir, they chipped him into ax-blades to cut the Douglas fir
It froze clean through to China and it froze to the stars above And at a thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love And so I lost my lover and to this café I come And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
As I set down one evening in a timber town cafe A six foot-seven waitress, to me these words did say "I see you are a logger and not a common bum For no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb "My lover was a logger, there's none like him today If you'd sprinkle whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hay He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide But he'd pound 'em in with a hammer, then bite 'em off inside "My lover came to see me one freezing winter day He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae He kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw And I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw "I watched my logger lover going through the snow A-sauntering gaily homeward at forty eight below The weather tried to freeze him, it tried it's level best At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest "It froze clean down to China, it froze to the stars above At one thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love They tried in vain to thaw him and if you'll believe me, sir They made him into ax blades to chop the Douglas fir "That's how I lost my lover and to this café I come And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb And then I tell my story of my love they could not thaw Who kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw" - Cisco Houston
My lover he came to see me
was on a freezing day
He held me in a fond embrace
that broke three vertebrae
Well he kissed me when we parted
so hard that he broke my jaw
And I could not speak to tell him
he forgot his mackinaw
I saw my lover leaving
sauntering through the snow
Well going grimly homeward
at forty eight below
Wll the weather tried to freeze him
it tried its level best
At a hundred degrees below zero
why, he buttoned up his vest
So glad you posted this. So many memories come flooding back... One of a kind Pete Seeger, may he sing to us from above.
As a child growing up in BC surrounded by woods and loggers, I knew this song by heart when I was 5. A great song!
Order of the lyrics posts:
1. As I sat down...
2. My lover came to see me...
3. It froze clean through to China...
Enjoy!
As I sat down one evening,
was in a small café
A forty year old waitress to me
these words did say
I see you that you are a logger
and not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger
stirs his coffee with his thumb
My lover he was a logger,
there's none like him today
Well if you'd pour whiskey on it
well he'd eat a bale of hay
He never used a razor
to shave his horny hide
He'd just drive them in with a hammer
then he'd bite them off inside
My lover he came to see me
was on a freezing day
He held me in a fond embrace
that broke three vertebraes
Well he kissed me when we parted
so hard that he broke my jaw
And I could not speak to tell him
he forgot his mackinaw
I saw my lover leaving
sauntering through the snow
Well going grimly homeward
at forty eight below
Wll the weather tried to freeze him
it tried its level best
At a hundred degrees below zero
why, he buttoned up his vest
It froze clean through to China
and it froze to the stars above
And at a thousand degrees below zero
it froze my logger love
And so I lost my lover
and to this café I come
And here I wait till someone
stirs his coffee with his thumb
As I sat down one evening,
within a small café
A forty year old waitress to me
these words did say
I see you that you are a logger
and not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger
stirs his coffee with his thumb
My lover was a logger,
there's none like him today
If you'd pour whiskey on it
he would eat a bale of hay
Well he never shaved his whiskers
from off of his horny hide
He'd just drive them in with a hammer
then he'd bite them off inside
Just lost my father that used to play the banjo and my uncle that played the guitar and they sang this to us kids . We were raised in New Hampshire where it gets pretty cold and we knew this song as well as we knew the pledge of allegiance.
My dad used to sing this to me and my sister.
I think the Weavers do this in the key of E. I use the key of C because the chords are a little easier. But it is a simply 3 chord folk progression.
One missing verse the way I heard it:
"They tried in vain to thaw him
and if you believe it sir,
they chipped him into ax-blades
to cut the Douglas fir
I heard "carved ... to chop ..." but it's nice to know I wasn't just making it up.
Yes they did. Wonder why.... (we also sang "carved... to chop")
je connais une version française " La chanson de l'Oregon".
It froze clean through to China
and it froze to the stars above
And at a thousand degrees below zero
it froze my logger love
And so I lost my lover
and to this café I come
And here I wait till someone
stirs his coffee with his thumb
)
0Alexandra G
my grandma loves this song! :D
My uncle would sing this one when I was a child.
As I set down one evening in a timber town cafe
A six foot-seven waitress, to me these words did say
"I see you are a logger and not a common bum
For no one but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb
"My lover was a logger, there's none like him today
If you'd sprinkle whisky on it, he'd eat a bale of hay
He never shaved the whiskers from off his horny hide
But he'd pound 'em in with a hammer, then bite 'em off inside
"My lover came to see me one freezing winter day
He held me in a fond embrace that broke three vertebrae
He kissed me when we parted so hard it broke my jaw
And I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
"I watched my logger lover going through the snow
A-sauntering gaily homeward at forty eight below
The weather tried to freeze him, it tried it's level best
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest
"It froze clean down to China, it froze to the stars above
At one thousand degrees below zero it froze my logger love
They tried in vain to thaw him and if you'll believe me, sir
They made him into ax blades to chop the Douglas fir
"That's how I lost my lover and to this café I come
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
And then I tell my story of my love they could not thaw
Who kissed me when we parted so hard he broke my jaw"
- Cisco Houston
This is the communist version.
And now kids, you know why folk music lasted for 2 years in the mainstream US.