She Made Toothpicks of the Timber of My Heart

For a backwoods girl was she
 And for choppin' down a tree
 She was handy with an axe and she was smart
 Oh, but I should have passed her by
 When she waved and hollered "Hi"
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 Well, when she promised to be mine
 I cut ninety logs of pine
 For a little cabin in our world apart
 All my dreams were heaven bound
 Till she tore that cabin down
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 She was tall and she was limber
 And her timber she was fine
 But her lips were poison oak and turpentine
 She was seasoned, I was green
 Yes, my darling lumber queen
 Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine
 Now I hang around the shack
 Just a lonesome lumberjack
 Might have known her heart was wooden from the start
 When she smashed away her charms
 There was splinters in my arms
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
 When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill
 She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart