Timber (1957) - Odetta

You gotta haul that timber before the sun goes down

Drag it across the river before the boss comes around

You drag it on down that dusty road

Come on Jerry let’s haul this load

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll

Now my old Jerry is an Arkansas mule

He been everywhere and he ain’t no fool

He weigh nine-hundred-twenty-two

Done everything a damn mule can do!

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll

Now Jerry’s old shoulder stands a nine feet tall

He pull more lumber than a freight can a-haul

But the work gets heavy — Jerry get sore

Pulls so much he wouldn’t pull no more

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll

Boss hits Jerry and he made him jump

Jerry run and kick that boss in the rump

Now my old Jerry is a good ole mule

Had of been me I would have killed that fool

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll

Boss tried to shoot ole Jerry in the head

Jerry ducked the bullet, stomped that boss a-man dead

Stomped that boss till he wasn’t clean

He should have killed him because he’s so damn mean

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll

You gotta haul that timber before the sun goes down

Drag it across the river before the boss comes around

Drag it on down that dusty road

Come on Jerry let’s haul this load

Timber, timber

All that timber gotta roll

All that timber gotta roll