Harry Belafonte - Jerry

Timber, timber
Lord this timber gotta roll

I got to pull this timber 'fore the sun go down
Get it cross that river 'fore the boss comes 'round
Get it on down that dusty road
Come on Jerry let's tow this load,

Cryin' timber, timber Lord this timber gotta roll
Timber, timber, Lord this timber gotta roll

Well my old Jerry is an Arkansas mule
Been everywhere and he ain't no fool
Work get heavy, ol' Jerry get sore
Pulled so much he won't pull no more

Cryin' timber, timber Lord this timber gotta roll
Timber, timber, Lord this timber gotta roll

The boss he tried to shoot ol' Jerry in the head
Jerry ducked that bullet and stomped him dead
Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream
Should have killed him 'cause he's so mean

Cryin' timber, timber Lord this timber gotta roll
Timber, timber, Lord this timber gotta roll

Well the boss kicked Jerry and made him jump
Jerry reared and kicked the boss on the rump
Now my old Jerry was good old mule
Had it been me Lord I had a killed that fool

Cryin' timber, timber Lord this timber gotta roll
Timber, timber, Lord this timber gotta roll