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

Foy 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 doe

Will you tell me somethin' Mr Lumberjack...

Well you work in the woods from morning till night

You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight

On Saturday night you go to Eugene's

And on a Sunday morning your pockets are clean

Will you tell me somethin' Mr Lumberjack...