Songtexte You Made Tooth Picks of the Timber of My Heart - June Carter Cash

For a backwoods gal was she
And for chopping down a tree
I was handy with an ax and I was smart
But I should have passed you by
When you waved and hollered (Chester: hi!)
You made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
When you promised to be mine
I cut 90 logs of pine
For a cabin in our little world's apart
All my dreams were heaven bound
'Til you tore that cabin down
You made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
He made toothpicks of the timber of her heart
He made toothpicks of the timber of her heart
Like a buzz saw rips a pole
He made sawdust of my soul
He made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
He was tall and he was limber and for timber he was fine
But his lips were poison oak and turpentine
He was seasoned, I was green
Yes, my darling lumber king
Twined me around his finger like a clinging vine
Now I hang around the shack
Just a lonesome lumberjack
I might have knowed your heart was wooden from the start
When you snatched away your charms
There were splinters in my arms
You made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
He made toothpicks of the timber of her heart
He made toothpicks of the timber of her heart
When I rolled you down the hill
And I run you through the mill
You made toothpicks of the timber of my heart
You made toothpicks of the timber of my heart