Lumberjack Lyrics

I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free Heard the Oregon timber callin' me
Will you tell me somethin', Mr lumberjack? Is it one for forward and three for back? Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know
Well, I learned this fact from a logger named Ray You don't cut timber on a windy day Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low Or you ain't gonna live to collect your dough
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lumberjack-lyrics-johnny-cash.html ] Will you tell me somethin', Mr lumberjack? Is it one for forward and three for back? Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know
Well you work in the woods from morning to night You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight On Saturday night you go to Eugene And on a Sunday morning your pockets are clean
Will you tell me somethin', Mr lumberjack? Is it one for forward and three for back? Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know