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 boats   Even to make paper with      So as more and more people came   More wood was needed   So 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   No halfway or in-between   Move when the axe is in my hand   Make way for the Timber man      And when they're cuttin' on a tree   And it's just about ready to fall   The man yells out timber, timber