The Logging Song

Bm It's early in the morning Am When the birds sing in the pines; Bm The sun peeks through the forest D Am Bm Where the cold river climbs. Bm The men are up at five o'clock Am And to the trees at six. B A hard day's work, a good night's sleep D A B Is all they ever mix. Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a B From North Bay to Fort William A On the rocky northern shore, B The mills are filled with cedar pulp D A B And the boats are filled with ore. B I worked in a logging camp, A My daddy did before B We're calloused hands and weathered skin D A B And iron to the core. Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a B Now the flies are thick and the men get sick, A It's as cold as it can be, B And nothing's unexpected D A B In the north coun- ter- y. B When the summer ends and the winter comes, A It's forty-two below; B We settle down in plywood shacks D A B And cover up with snow. Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a B Now, when I die I will have seen A The wonders of the sea, B And I will have climbed the mountains D A B In the western coun-ter-y. B But most of all I won't forget A The wild and wondrous thing, B The falling of the timber D A B When it's early in the spring. Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a Bsus B D A Wey Hey, its another brand new day Asus A D A B on the wild & windy shores of Old Super - i-a