Don`t Cut Timber On A Windy Day

<br>I once had a friend named Joe the biggest lumberjack in old Idaho<br>He worked like a dog from day to day he drew ten cents an hour for his pay<br>Come Saturday evenin` it have him a ball it`d ride him along the Idaho Falls<br>But now old Joe he`s laid to rest he forgot this slogan that he learned best<br>Don`t you cut timber on a windy day stay out of wood better listen what I say<br>Winds and top flowers go either way don`t you cut timber on a windy day<br>Don`t you cut timber on a windy day...<br><br>Now Joe had a girl and her name was Anne had arms like a bull and muscles like a man<br>And when she heard old Joe is dead she picked up rags and away she plead<br>Up in the mountains where the trees grow tall it was in her mind to cut `em all<br>Folks around here say to this day that end still up they`re chappin` away<br>Don`t you cut timber on a windy day...