Skull Creek Logger The Wages of Sin

I'm Stokey Glagger, I'd be lacky for up hay
I work for St. Jariver, he pay me from the bae
The company would drive us uphill those northern woods
Said the "the peasants makin' dinner and but the wages arent good"
So finally Asia's pretty boys will up pay up for string
To deliver the nicest campsite the world has ever seen
The texts were old and rotten, the biddies crawlin' lice
Then gram's met a buddy, and the winters cold and nice
They made us pay for whiskey, they made us pay for grog
They made us pay for fiddles, you couldnt feed your dog
Whatever we left over would die and throw away
Untill we owed the company every dime of our pay
Then the other season we were leading up our sleds
The company made an offer to clear away our deaths
He coughed out 6 heavy boys to do away our fear
To fully up the skull creek put a message in the clear
You wanna roll around us? Salted up the bold
Stopped and rolled the logs out to dramp away the clone
Suddenly she gave away the river a brush and tin
5 of Asias pretty boys were never seen again
Sunset allowed us to ecscape that watery grave
But now the company owns me I'm no better than a slave
I'm a Stokey Glagger I be lookin' for a bae
But I could earn a bae its just i really took my legs away