Well I'm the son of a son of a lumberjack or so I'm told
that the mountain's in my blood since I was less than one year old
And they tell me he was kind
and they tell me he was strong
he carried 60 pound saws all day long.
At the end of the day he would sing
get that guitar out and see how many smiles he could bring
they'd say, "I can't wait to hear him, I can't wait to sing along."

I'm the son of a son of a lumberjack
a man I've never met
and I guess that's how it goes when you smoke all those cigarettes
and he didn't wanna go so young
no, no one ever wants to leave the ones they love
when he quit it was too late
no, cancer never gives it always takes
saying, "I can't wait to kill him
I can't wait to take him home."

I'm a son of a son of a lumberjack
oh yes indeed
and when I'm stuck inside the city, how I long for evergreens
and I don't know why I have that inside,
but I'm happy that he passed it on to me
when I sit in the shade, I am thankful for everything he made
oh and I can't wait to meet him, no I can't wait to sing along.

Lyrics submitted by DakotaFloyd

Earl Crocker song meanings
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