Loggers

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“Where the Timber Falls”

(Verse 1)
Sun ain’t up but I already am,
Coffee strong in a cold tin can,
Boots hit dirt ‘fore the morning calls my name.
Steel-toe steps and a flannel shirt,
Hands that know what hard work’s worth,
Out where the wild wind ain’t been tamed.

(Pre-Chorus)
That chainsaw hums like an old guitar,
Echo rolls through the northern dark…

(Chorus)
I’m a logger, born and raised,
Where the tall pines stand like they’re praying,
Where the river runs cold and the winters bite hard.
Every scar and every callus
Is a badge I wear with honor,
Cutting my living straight from God’s yard.
Yeah I make my stand
Where the timber falls.

(Verse 2)
Snow flies thick in a January sky,
Truck won’t start but I still try,
Ain’t no quitting in this blood of mine.
From my father’s hands to me,
Same red dirt, same family tree,
Roots run deeper than the county line.

(Pre-Chorus)
When that tree starts leaning slow,
There’s a quiet only loggers know…

(Chorus)
I’m a logger, born and raised,
Sweat and sawdust fill my days,
With the smell of fresh-cut pine in the air.
Danger rides on every swing,
But I wouldn’t trade this life for anything,
It’s honest work and a working man’s prayer.
Yeah I make my stand
Where the timber falls.

(Bridge)
Some folks chase that city light,
But I’ll take stars on a freezing night,
And a fire crackling after a long day’s haul.

(Final Chorus – bigger)
I’m a logger, through and through,
Black coffee, steel, and morning dew,
Living free where the wild things call.
From sunrise red to sunset gold,
I’ll grow old but I’ll never fold,
I’ll die a proud man
Where the timber falls.

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