Jerry

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