From the coast of California
And atop the Rocky Mountains
And across the Plains to Bangor Maine
It makes me very happy
When they tell about my Pappy
Who has brought the Bunyan name it's fame
And you surely must remember
When my Pappy squared the timber
How he put the other men to shame
But he showed me how to do it
There is really nothing to it
But you gotta have the Bunyan name

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And I'm as strong as an onion
Cause my name is A Bunyan
And I became a Logger
When I was just a little togger
I cut my teeth on chokers
And I chewed them into pokers
For my rattle was a logging chain

Well my Pappy's big you figure
But I'm just a little bigger
 I can chop a mountain down with ease
And when I hook onto a log
You know the bells will never clog
I can make em do just as I please
You can see the logs a dwindling
As I chop em into kindling
I'm a Hurricane among the trees
I can Handle all the Riggers
I'm the king of all the loggers
And the Lumberjack Hercules

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Well I learned a lotta tricks
From my Daddy in the sticks
Way up North in Sault St. Marie
And by the time that I got back
I was a swinging Lumberjack
To the Rolling Hills of Tennessee
Now I'm a record breaker
I can cut it by the acre
I'm a credit to the family
I'm the toast of all the trappers
When I tighten up my wrappers
Because logging is my specialty

(Chorus) 

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