She Made Toothpicks of the Timber of My Heart

For a backwoods girl was she And for choppin' down a tree She was handy with an axe and she was smart Oh, but I should have passed her by When she waved and hollered "Hi" She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart Well, when she promised to be mine I cut ninety logs of pine For a little cabin in our world apart All our dreams were heaven bound Till she tore that cabin down She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart Like a buzz saw rips a pole, she made sawdust of my soul She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She was tall and she was limber And her timber she was fine But her lips were poison oak and turpentine She was seasoned, I was green Yes, my darling lumber queen Wound me round her finger like a clinging vine Now I hang around the shack Just a lonesome lumberjack Might have known her heart was wooden from the start When she smashed away her charms There was splinters in my arms She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart When she rolled me down that hill and she run me through the mill She made toothpicks of the timber of my heart