This Timber Got to Roll - Harry Belafonte

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