Johnny Cash - The frozen logger

^GAs I stepped out one ^D7morning into a small ^Gcafé A forty year old ^Cwaitress to ^Gme these ^D7words did ^Gsay

She said I see sir you’re a ^D7logger and not just a common ^Gbum Cause nobody but a ^Clogger stirs his ^Gcoffee ^D7with his ^Gthumb

My lover was a ^D7logger there's none like him ^Gtoday If you'd pour a little whiskey ^Cupon it ^Ghe’d eat a ^D7bale of ^Ghay

My lover came to ^D7see me twas on one freezing ^Gday He threw his arms ^Caround me and ^Gbroke ^D7three verte^Gbrae

I saw my lover ^D7leaving a trudging through the ^Gsnow A-going gaily ^Chomeward at ^Gforty-^D7eight ^Gbelow

The weather tried to ^D7freeze him it tried its level ^Gbest At a thousand degrees below ^Czero he ^Gbuttoned ^D7up his ^Gvest

It froze clear through to ^D7China it froze to the stars ^Gabove At a million degrees below ^Czero it ^Gfroze my ^D7logger ^Glove

And so I lost my ^D7logger and to this cafe I ^Gcome And here I wait till ^Csomeone stirs his ^Gcoffee ^D7with his ^Gthumb