I once had a friend named Joe
The biggest lumberjack in old Idaho
He worked like a dog from day to day
He drew ten cents an hour for his pay
Come Saturday evenin' it have him a ball
It'd ride him along the Idaho Falls
But now old Joe he's laid to rest
He forgot this slogan that he learned best
Don't you cut timber on a windy day
Stay out of wood better listen what I say
Winds and top flowers go either way
Don't you cut timber on a windy day
Don't you cut timber on a windy day

Now Joe had a girl and her name was Anne
Had arms like a bull and muscles like a man
And when she heard old Joe is dead
She picked up her axe and away she fled
Up in the mountains where the trees grow tall
It was in her mind to cut 'em all
Folks around here say to this day
That Anne's still up there choppin' away
Don't you cut timber on a windy day