[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G D7 G As I stepped out one morning into a small café C G D7 G A forty year old waitress to me these words did say D7 G She said I see sir you're a logger and not just a common bum C G D7 G Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb D7 G My lover was a logger there's none like him today C G D7 G If you'd pour a little whiskey upon it he'd eat a bale of hay D7 G My lover came to see me twas on one freezing day C G D7 G He threw his arms around me and broke three vertebrae D7 G I saw my lover leaving a trudging through the snow C G D7 G A-going gaily homeward at forty-eight below D7 G The weather tried to freeze him it tried its level best C G D7 G At a thousand degrees below zero he buttoned up his vest D7 G It froze clear through to China it froze to the stars above C G D7 G At a million degrees below zero it froze my logger love D7 G And so I lost my logger and to this cafe I come C G D7 G And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb
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