Skull Creek Logger

I'm Stokey Glagger, I'd be lacky for up hay
 I work for St. Jariver, he pay me from the bae
 The company would drive us uphill those northern woods
 said the "the peasants makin' dinner and but the wages arent good"
 So finally Asia's pretty boys will up pay up for string
 To deliver the nicest campsite the world has ever seen
 The texts were old and rotten, the biddies crawlin' lice
 Then gram's met a buddy, and the winters cold and nice
 They made us pay for whiskey, they made us pay for grog
 They made us pay for fiddles, you couldnt feed your dog
 Whatever we left over would die and throw away
 Untill we owed the company every dime of our pay
 Then the other season we were leading up our sleds
 The company made an offer to clear away our deaths
 He coughed out 6 heavy boys to do away our fear
 To fully up the skull creek put a message in the clear
 You wanna roll around us? Salted up the bold
 Stopped and rolled the logs out to dramp away the clone
 Suddenly she gave away the river a brush and tin
 5 of Asias pretty boys were never seen again
 Sunset allowed us to ecscape that watery grave
 But now the company owns me I'm no better than a slave
 I'm a Stokey Glagger I be lookin' for a bae
 But I could earn a bae its just i really took my legs away