Timber - Odetta

Got to pull this timber 'fore the sun goes down

Get it cross the river 'fore the boss comes 'round

Drag it down that dusty road

Come on Jerry let's dump this load

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule

Been everywhere and he ain't no fool

Weighed nine hundred and twenty-two

Done everything a poor mule could do

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Jerry's old shoulder was six foot tall

Pulled more timber than a freight can haul

Work got heavy old Jerry got sore

Pulled so much he wouldn't pull no more

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Boss hit Jerry and made him jump

Jerry reared up and kicked the boss in the rump

Now my old Jerry was a good old mule

If it had-a been me I'd-a killed that fool

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Lord this timber's gotta roll

The boss he tried to shoot my Jerry in the head

Jerry ducked the bullet and stomped him dead

Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream

Should have killed him 'cause he's so damn mean

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Hollerin' timber

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Lord this timber's gotta roll

Lord this timber's gotta roll