| Got to pull this timber 'fore the sun goes down
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| Get it cross the river 'fore the boss comes 'round
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| Drag it down that dusty road
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| Come on, Jerry, let’s dump this load
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule
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| Been everywhere and he ain’t no fool
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| Weighed nine hundred and twenty-two
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| Done everything a poor mule could do
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Jerry’s old shoulder was six foot tall
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| Pulled more timber than a freight can haul
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| Work got heavy, old Jerry got sore
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| Pulled so much he wouldn’t pull no more
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Boss hit Jerry and made him jump
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| Jerry reared up and kicked the boss in the rump
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| Now my old Jerry was a good old mule
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| If it had-a been me I’d-a killed that fool
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| The boss he tried to shoot my Jerry in the head
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| Jerry ducked the bullet and stomped him dead
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| Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream
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| Should have killed him 'cause he’s so damn mean
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Hollerin' timber
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll
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| Lord, this timber’s gotta roll |