The Lumberjack

Well, I was born in the backwoods Of a two-bit nowhere town Fathered up some rock 'n' roll, baby So you mothers could boogie down I ain't whistling Dixie No, I'm a rebel with a groove, yeah Well, around the world, they go 'round and 'round When they dig on my new stainless steel sound Oh, yeah I say, I'm a lumberjack now, baby And I'm gonna cut you down to size I'm a lumberjack now, baby And you're the one, you're the one that gets my prize When you hear my motor running You know I surely, I surely be coppin' a rise Oh, so we'll crank it up and go down there, check it Well, I'm a lumberjack now, baby I'm a lumberjack now, baby I'm a lumberjack now, baby Ooh, I'm a lumberjack now, baby But I ain't jacked my lumber, baby Since my chainsaw you Whether you like it, or whether you don't That's the way we like it

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026

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Wind it up one time, baby Well, I feel no pain The bottle is my ball and chain Am I insane? Well, my breath smells like kerosene And don't you look at me I'm a sight for sore eyes, you see And I can't believe Well, I'm a walking, talking misery Brain drain, 190 grain It's not the 'caine, not the Mary Jane But the Golden Grain Well, don't touch my bottle You might drop it, break it, then I die If life's worth living, then tell me why I cry the blues Well, don't you pray for me I don't need your fucking sympathy Just a little drink It means about the same to me, yeah Brain drain, 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain, 190 grain It's not the 'caine, not the Mary Jane But the G-G-G-G-G-Golden Grain Ha-hah, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Take a sip of the whiskey Well, I'm a redneck punk Can't remember when I wasn't drunk And people say I stink But I don't care what they think, no No colored whiskey I don't drink that rock and rye Pass that 190 And I'll say bye-bye, ha-hah Brain drain, 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain, 190 grain It's not the 'caine, not the Mary Jane But the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Golden Grain (Brain drain, 190 grain) Golden Grain (Brain drain, 190 grain) It's not the 'caine, not the Mary Jane But that 190-proof, golden, sun-beholden grain alcohol, baby, ha-hah I just need a little more Just a little more, make me feel so good Well, I hear that train comin' down the track We're gonna drink that Grain, and that's a fact Gimme some more, oh, gimme some more Hear that train comin' down the track We're gonna drink that Grain and feel no pain I think I'm going insane, but I don't complain 'Cause I can't explain why I drained my brain Just gimme some more, just gimme some more Just gimme a little bit more, babe, that's all… Gimme some more

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 23, 2026