Slaid Cleaves - Breakfast in hell

In the melting snows of On^Ctario Where the ^Gwind'll make you ^Amshiver 'Twas the month of May up in ^CGeorgian Bay Near the ^Gmouth of the Musquash ^AmRiver Where the ^Cbears prowl and the ^Gcoyotes howl And you can ^Chear the osprey ^Amscream Back in '^GNinety-Nine we were cutting pine And ^Csending it down the ^Amstream

Young Sandy Gray came to ^CGo Home Bay All the ^Gway from P.E.^AmI. Where the weather's rough and it ^Cmakes you tough ^GNo man's afraid to ^Amdie Sandy ^Ccame a-smiling, Thirty ^GThousand Islands Was the ^Cplace to claim his ^Amglory Now ^GSandy's gone, but his name lives on ^CThis is Sandy's ^Amstory

Young ^CSandy Gray lives ^Amon today in the ^Cechoes of a mighty ^Amyell ^GListen close and you'll hear a ghost In this ^Cstory that I ^Amtell, boys This ^Cstory that I ^Amtell

Now Sandy Gray was boss of the ^Cmen who tossed The ^Gtrees onto the ^Amshore They'd come and go 'til they'd ^Cbuilt a floe A hundred ^Gthousand logs or ^Ammore Then he'd ^Cride 'em down toward ^GSevern Sound To cut 'em ^Cup in the mills for ^Amtimber And ^Gships would haul, spring, summer and fall 'Til the ^Cice came in De^Amcember

One Sabbath day, big ^CSandy Gray Came into ^Gcamp with a peavey on his ^Amshoulder With a thunder crack he ^Cdropped his axe And the ^Groom got a little bit ^Amcolder Said, “^CCome on all you, we got ^Gwork to do We gotta ^Cgive her all we can ^Amgive her” “There's a ^Gjam of logs at the Little Jog Near the ^Cmouth of the Musquash ^AmRiver”

With no time to pray on the ^Clord's day They were ^Ghoping for god's for^Amgiveness But the jam was high in a ^Ctroubled sky And they ^Gset out about their ^Ambusiness They ^Cpoked with their poles and ^Gran with the rolls And ^Ctried to stay on their ^Amfeet Every ^Gtrick they tried and one man cried “This ^Clog jam's got us ^Ambeat!”

But ^CSandy Gray was ^Amnot afraid and he ^Clet out a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast in ^AmHell, boys” ^C “Breakfast in ^AmHell!”

Now every one of the men did the ^Cwork of ten And ^GSandy scrambled up to the ^Amtop He's working like a dog, heaving ^Cthirty foot logs And it ^Glooked like he'd never ^Amstop And they ^Cstruggled on, these ^Gmen so strong 'Til the ^Cjam began to ^Amsway Then they ^Gdove for cover to the banks of the river All ex^Ccept for Sandy ^AmGray

Now with thoughts of death, they ^Cheld their breath As they ^Gsaw their friend go ^Amdown They all knew, in a ^Csecond or two He'd be ^Gcrushed or frozen or ^Amdrowned Then they ^Csaw him fall, they ^Gheard him call Just ^Conce, then it was ^Amover Young ^GSandy Gray gave his life that day Near the ^Cmouth of the Musquash ^AmRiver

But ^CSandy Gray was ^Amnot afraid and he ^Clet out a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast in ^AmHell, boys” ^C “Breakfast in ^AmHell!” ^{C G C Am}

East of Giant's Tomb there's ^Cplenty of room There's no ^Gfences and no ^Amwalls And if you listen close, ^Cyou'll hear a ghost ^GDown by Sandy Gray ^AmFalls Through the ^Ctops of the trees, you'll ^Ghear in the breeze The ^Cechoes of a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast in ^AmHell!”

And ^CSandy Gray lives ^Amon today in the ^Cechoes of a mighty ^Amyell “^GI'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's ^Cbreakfast in ^AmHell, boys” ^C “Breakfast in ^AmHell!”