As I pulled out a living within a small cafe Party rolled waitress to me these words she said I see you're a logger and a common bum Cause no one but a logger stirs coffee with his thumb My lover was a logger, but not like none today If you put whiskey on it, he'd eat a bale of hayThese lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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