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Well I'm the son of a son of a lumberjack or so I'm toldthat the mountain's in my blood since I was less than one year oldAnd they tell me he was kindand they tell me he was stronghe carried 60 pound saws all day long.At the end of the day he would singget that guitar out and see how many smiles he could bringthey'd say, I can't wait to hear them, I can't wait to sing along.I'm the son of a son of a lumberjacka man I've never metand I guess that's how it goes when you smoke all those cigarettesand he didn't wanna go so youngno, no one ever wants to leave the ones they lovewhen he quit it was too lateno, cancer never gives it always takessayin' I can't wait to kill himI can't wait to take him homeI'm a son of a son of a lumberjackoh yes indeedand when I'm stuck inside the city, how I long for evergreensand I don't know why I have that inside, but I'm happy that he passed it on to mewhen I sit in the shade, I am thankful for everything he madeoh and I can't wait to meet him, no I can't wait to sing along. From Letras Mania