As I sat down one evening
I was in a small cafe
A 7 foot 10 inch waitress to me these words did say

"I see you are a logger, and not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with his thumb
My lover was a logger, there's none like him today
If you'd poured whiskey up on it, he'd eat a bale of hay

He never shaved his whiskers
From off of his horn he hides
He drove the men with a hammer
And bit them off inside

My lover came to see me twas on one freezing day
He held me in fond embrace which broke three vertebrae
He kissed me before we parted, hard that it broke my jaw
I could not speak to tell him he forgot his [?]

I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow
Going bravely homeward at 50 degrees below
But weather tried to freeze him, it tried its level best
At a thousand degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest

Well it froze clear through to China, it froze to the stars above
At two thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love
And so my lover died, and to this cafe I come
And here I wait 'til someone stirs his coffee with his thumb"