Hal Willis The Lumberjack Live Hal Willis The Lumberjack Lyrics Well I walk along the river with my new swede saw With a file in the pocket of my old mackinaw I'm a headed for the wood each morning at the break of day As I take a little shortcut over the hill I can hear the whistle blow at the old saw mill It's the night gang a-leaving for the bunkhouse across the bay Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break I'm a boiling up my tea in