Got to pull this timber 'fore the sun goes down
Get it cross the river 'fore the boss comes around
Drag it down that dusty road
Come on Jerry, let's dump this load

Hollerin' timber
Lord, those timbers gotta roll

My old Jerry was an Oregon mule
Been everywhere and he ain't no fool
Weighed nine hundred and twenty-two
Done everything a poor mule could do

Jerry's old shoulder stood six foot tall
Pulled more timber than a freight can haul
Work got heavy, old Jerry got sore
Pulled so much he couldn't pull no more


Boss hit Jerry and made him jump
Jerry reared up and kicked the boss in the rump
Now my old Jerry was a good old mule
If it had-a been me, Lord I'd-a killed that fool

The boss tried to shoot my Jerry in the head
Jerry ducked the bullet and stomped him dead
Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream
Should have killed him 'cause he's so damn mean


Come on Jerry, damn your soul
You know this timber has got to roll