I once had a friend named Joe The biggest lumberjack in old Idaho He worked like a dog from day to day He drew ten cents an hour for his pay Come Saturday evenin' it have him a ball It'd ride him along the Idaho Falls But now old Joe he's laid to rest He forgot this slogan that he learned best Don't you cut timber on a windy day Stay out of wood better listen what I say Winds and top flowers 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 Had arms like a bull and muscles like a man And when she heard old Joe is dead She picked up her axe 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 there choppin' away Don't you cut timber on a windy day...