For a backwoods girl was she
And for choppin' down a tree
She was handy with an axe and she was smart
Oh, but I should have passed her by
When she waved and hollered "Hi"
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Well, when she promised to be mine
I cut ninety logs of pine
For a little cabin in our world apart
All my dreams were heaven bound
Till she tore that cabin down
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She was tall and she was limber
And her timber she was fine
But her lips were poison oak and turpentine
She was seasoned, I was green
Yes, my darling lumber queen
Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine
Now I hang around the shack
Just a lonesome lumberjack
Might have known her heart was wooden from the start
When she smashed away her charms
There was splinters in my arms
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
And for choppin' down a tree
She was handy with an axe and she was smart
Oh, but I should have passed her by
When she waved and hollered "Hi"
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Well, when she promised to be mine
I cut ninety logs of pine
For a little cabin in our world apart
All my dreams were heaven bound
Till she tore that cabin down
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She was tall and she was limber
And her timber she was fine
But her lips were poison oak and turpentine
She was seasoned, I was green
Yes, my darling lumber queen
Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine
Now I hang around the shack
Just a lonesome lumberjack
Might have known her heart was wooden from the start
When she smashed away her charms
There was splinters in my arms
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill
She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
Other albums by the artist
The Far-Out World of Homer & Jethro
1972 · album
Thinking Man's Hillbillies
2021 · album
The Best Of - Hall Of Fame 2001
2005 · compilation
Somethin' Stupid
1967 · album
It Ain't Necessarily Square
1967 · album
Nashville Cats
1967 · album
A Cool Crazy Christmas
1968 · album
There's Nothing Like an Old Hippie
1968 · album
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