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Johnny Cash - Lumberjack
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Luther Perkins
Luther Perkins
Guitar
Johnny Western
Johnny Western
Guitar
Harold B. "Shot" Jackson
Harold B. "Shot" Jackson
Dobro
Marshall Grant
Marshall Grant
Bass
Gordon N. Terry
Gordon N. Terry
Fiddle
Buddy Harman
Buddy Harman
Drums
Unknown Vocal Chorus
Unknown Vocal Chorus
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Payne
Leon Payne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Law
Don Law
Producer

Lyrics

Ride this train to Roseburg, Oregon Now, there's a town for you and you talk about rough You know a lot of places in the country claim Paul Bunyon lived there But you should have seen Roseburg when me and my daddy come there Every one of them loggers looked like Paul Bunyon to me And I was a skinny kid about sixteen And I was scared to death when we walked into that camp None of the lumberjacks paid any attention to me at first but My pa told the boss that me and him wanted a job A lot of 'em stopped their work to see what was gonna happen That big boss walked around me looked me up and down and said "Mister, I believe that boy is made out of second-growth timber" and I guess I was Everybody but me and pa had a big laugh over it Pa got kinda mad, boss finally said, "He might start me out as a high climber" I didn't know what a high climber was, boy, I sure learned fast That steel corded rope cut my back and that axe I thought it was gonna break my arms off but I stuck with it It wasn't long 'till I learned that a man's got to be a lot tougher than the timber he's cuttin' Finally, I could swing that crosscut saw with the best of them 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 doe 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 '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 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
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