Don’t Cut Timber On A Windy Day

I once had a friend named Joe the biggest lumberjack in all of Idaho
He worked like a dog from day to day he drew ten cents an hour for his pay
Come Saturday evenin' it have him a ball He'd ride him a log over Idaho Falls
But now old Joe he's laid to rest he forgot this slogan that he learned best
Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of woods you better listen what I say
Winds and the tops bound to blow either way don't you cut timber on a windy day
Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of the woods you better listen what I say
Winds and the tops bound to blow either way don't you cut timber on a windy day
Now Joe had a girl and her name was Anne had arms like a bull and muscles like a man
And when she heard old Joe is dead she picked up her axe and away she fled
Up in the mountains where the trees grow tall it was in her mind to cut 'em all
Folks around here say to this day that Anne's still up there choppin' away
Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of the woods better listen to what I say winds an the tops bound to blow either way Don't you cut timber on a windy day