Paul Bunyan

Now, there were rails and tunnels, and roadbeds But what about crossties? Why, our railroads need the lumber of a thousand great forests! You show me the giant who's gonna cut that timber Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan There ain't nobody who can Hold a candle or an axe handle to Paul, the lumberman Paul Bunyan lived so long ago That you may wonder how I know A lumberjack once told me so Way up in Minnesota This Earth began to rock, one morning And all the folks knew Paul was born Ships were a-wrecked, pourin' 'round the horn In Southern Minnesota I'll tell you how he came to be The son of a great, wide oak was he His father was a redwood tree From a home in California That's Western Minnesota Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan There ain't nobody who can Hold a candle or an axe handle to Paul, the lumberman Paul Bunyan grew so very tall He could not stand up straight at all They said you'll have to leave St. Paul And maybe Minnesota He laughed and the Earth shook, far and wide And once, they say Paul Bunyan cried And hundreds drowned in the tide That flooded Minnesota So off to the piny woods, he went Where he built a camp of great extent And with his shirt, he pitched a tent That covered Minnesota Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan There ain't nobody who can Hold a candle or an axe handle to Paul, the lumberman One day, when Paul was rambling 'round He dug a river in solid ground To float his giant timber down To the Gulf of Minnesota Paul Bunyan had a great, blue ox Its link was a hundred city blocks And when it walked, he stopped the clocks In all of Minnesota Paul Bunyan's ox was quite well-known Its weight was a hundred million stone They called him fake 'cause he weren't half-grown And he lived in Minnesota Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan There ain't nobody who can Hold a candle or an axe handle to Paul, the lumberman He took in his order, in his hand And led his finger through the sand He made a canyon and called it grand In Southwest Minnesota To list his great deeds, one by one If I were to mention all he's done In a hundred years, I'd have just begun To talk about Paul Bunyan And when he died, he died so hard He shook the ground in my backyard Every minstrel and every bard Grew soft about Paul Bunyan And also, Minnesota Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan There ain't nobody who can Hold a candle or an axe handle to Paul, the lumberman Paul Bunyan Paul Bunyan I'll tell you if I can In all this nation, and the whole Creation He's a giant of a lumberman, hey!