The Frozen Logger
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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As I sat down one evening within a small cafe,
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:

"I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum,
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb.

My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay

He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide;
He'd just drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside.

My lover came to see me upon one freezing day;
He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae.

He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw.

I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow,
Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below.

The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its level best;
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.

It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above;
At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.

They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir
They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir.





And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."

Overall Meaning

The Frozen Logger is a ballad by Johnny Cash that tells the story of a waitress who shares the tale of her lover, who was a logger, and his tragic death due to the harsh winter weather. The song begins as the waitress observes the logger and distinguishes him from the other patrons by stating that only a logger would stir their coffee with their thumb. She then goes on to share stories about her lover’s remarkable strength, such as his ability to consume a bale of hay with whiskey and his technique for shaving his whiskers by biting them off with his teeth.


The story then takes a dark turn as the waitress reveals how her lover passed away while trying to make it back to her on a frigidly cold day. He embraced her so tightly that it caused her to break three vertebrae, and his kiss was so hard it broke her jaw. He left without realizing that he forgot his mackinaw, and the waitress watched him stride through the snow at forty-eight degrees below zero with a fierce determination. The weather worsens, reaching temperatures of a hundred and even a thousand degrees below zero, freezing the logger clean through to China and the stars above. In the end, his body was made into axeblades to chop the Douglas fir, and the waitress is left to lament his loss as she waits for someone to stir their coffee with their thumb.


Line by Line Meaning

As I sat down one evening within a small cafe,
I entered a café on a cold evening and took a seat.


A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:
A waitress, who was likely around forty years old, spoke to me with the following words:


"I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum,
"You are a logger, not a bum, I can tell.


'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb.
Loggers often stir their coffee with their thumb.


My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
My former partner worked as a logger, and there was no one quite like him nowadays.


If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay
He had a large appetite and could even eat a bale of hay if you poured whiskey on it.


He never shaved his whiskers from off of his horny hide;
He never shaved his facial hair but instead tackled it with a hammer and his teeth.


He'd just drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside.
He would use a hammer to push his beard into his mouth and then bite it off.


My lover came to see me upon one freezing day;
One day, during freezing conditions, my partner came to visit me.


He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae.
His embrace was so strong that it broke three of my vertebrae.


He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw;
When we said goodbye, he kissed me so hard that my jaw was broken.


I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw.
I couldn't speak to remind him that he had forgotten his mackinaw.


I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow,
I watched my partner walk through the snow as he left.


Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below.
He walked home cheerfully even though the temperature was forty-eight degrees below zero.


The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its level best;
The weather did its best to freeze him.


At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest.
In temperatures one hundred degrees below zero, he only buttoned up his vest.


It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above;
The cold was so intense, it seemed to freeze all the way to China and the stars above.


At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love.
At temperatures one thousand degrees below zero, the cold ultimately froze my lover.


They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir
They attempted to thaw him heat, but it proved to be unsuccessful.


They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir.
Eventually, he was made into axe blades.


And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come,
As a result, I lost my lover, and now I come to this café regularly.


And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."
I sit here waiting for someone who stirs their coffee with their thumb.




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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

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I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
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When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
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I’ll see his face no more to roam
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I'm only going over home
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