Longing Logger - Demo

Give me a dollar and I'll work on Sundays
Give me a hundred, I'll be coming home soon
And all I can do is dream about one day
Give me a guitar, I'll play you a tune

Well I make my wages swinging on timber
I envy the logs that are headed for town
Impatiently waiting the long cold winter
'Til Darling like the forest I'll lay you down

And you'll tend the garden and I'll pick the peaches
And we'll follow each other wherever we go
And we'll conjure up names from the furthest of reaches
For the children, the dog, and the place we call home

I am the son of a son of a logger
I don't know nothing but working the land
And my life it wouldn't be worth much without her
And God blessed the day that she held out her hand

Well your heart and mine were like two pines a swaying
Straighter than arrows and standing up tall
The kinds of trees that a logger might find himself chasing
You know the bigger they are, well the harder they fall

And you'll tend the garden and I'll pick the peaches
And we'll follow each other, wherever we go
And we'll conjure up names from the furthest of reaches
For the children, the dog, and the place we call home

Well give me a dollar and I'll work on Sundays
Give me a hundred, I'll be coming home soon
And all I can do is dream about one day
Give me a guitar, I'll play you a tune