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' he'd have him a ball gonna ride him a log over Idaho Falls
But now old Joe he's laid to rest he forgot this slogan that he learned best (he learned best, he learned best)
Don't you cut timber on a windy day stay out of woods you'd better listen what I say
Winds in the tops liable to go either way don't you cut timber on a windy day
Don't you cut timber on a windy day...

Now Joe had a girl and her name was Anne she had arms like a bull and muscles like a man
And when she heard old Joe was dead she picked up her ax 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 they're choppin' away (choppin' away, choppin away)
Don't you cut timber on a windy day...