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