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Well I'm sick of setting chokers in this dog-gone rain
I got everything to lose and nothing to gain
I'm plumb sick of climbing these steep hill sides
Well the seat of my brand new britches is slack
I think I got moss growing up my back
And I'm just a little homesick too besides
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Well I come up here to these big north woods
To try to make a killing
I heard the wages were really good and a loggers life was thrilling
I been here quite a while and I ain't been thrilled
A couple of times I was darn (damned) near killed
And I'm plumb sick of setting chokers in this dog-toned rain
I got a pair of caulk boots and a tin hat to sell
The big hook tender can go straight to town (hell)
And try to get somebody else to take my place
I'm catching the first train southern bound
Monday morning I won't be around
I guess to high lead logging I'm a plumb disgrace
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