Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make wood to build houses
Make furniture with to make boots even to make paper with
So as more and more people came more wood was needed
And more and more trees were cut down
And the man that lived in the forest and cut down the trees
Was called the Timber man Well my world is green and dark and dumb my home is in the loggin' camp
All week I cut down the mighty trees Saturday I get to do as I please
I give the man more than his hire and he'll never know it if I tire
Show me the toughest tree around the Timber man will bring it down
Swing it hard cut it clean no halfway or in-between
Move when the axe is in my hand make way for the Timber man Yeah he was a mighty big tough man usually
That Timber man that lived in that forest and cut down those big trees
Well they say there's sawdust in my brain and don't get caught out in the rain
I got stump water in my blood the sweat from my brow turns the ground to mud
When the men don't know how to fell a tree the one they'll come and ask is me
I'll mark my spot and I'll take my stand the tree's gonna fall for the Timber man
Swing it hard cut it clean And when they're cuttin' on a tree and it's just about ready to fall
The man yells out timeber timber