Gotta pull this timber
before the sun go down
Get across the river
before the bulls come round
Drag it on down that dusty road
Come on Jerry let's dump this load
Hot in timber
My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule,
Been everywhere and he
ain't no fool,
Weighed nine hundred and twenty -two,
Done everything a poor
mule could do.
Howlin' Timber!
Lord, this timber's got to roll!
Howlin' Timber!
Lord, this timber's got to roll!
Jericho's shoulder was six foot tall,
Pull more timber
down the freakin' hall!
Wicked, heavy, old Jerry could soar,
Pull so much he won't pull no more!
Howlin' Timber!
Lord, this timber's got to roll!
Hot in Timber,
Lord this Timber's got to
roll
Boss hit Jerry and he made him chop
Jerry ran and kicked the
boss on the rock
Now my old Jerry was a good old mule
Had it been me,
Lord, I'd have killed that fool
A boss tried to shoot old Jerry in the head
Jerry dug that bullet
and he stomped him dead
Stomped that boss until the
bullets screamed
Should've killed him
cause he's so damn mean
High Timber!
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
High Timber!
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Lord, this timber's gotta roll you