Tim O'Brien - My Girl's Waiting For Me / River Driving lyrics

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River drivin on the Sacandaga

Floatin on a slippery log

Sleepin in a frozen bog

My girl’s waitin for me

Hard boiled eggs three times a day

Wet as beavers we hit the hay

Not much sleep but great good pay

My girl’s waitin for me

Big French Joe and I went out

To break a jam when I heard him shout

Prenez garde and the jam went out

My girl’s waitin for me

Big French Joe the logs drowned him

He had no chance to fight or swim

With the logs jammed up to the river’s rim

My girl’s waitin for me

His girl comes to me and cries

If he’s dead then I shall die

My petit he used to sigh

My girl’s waitin for me

We will find him down below

Around the bend where the water is slow

Floatin with his pike in tow

My girl’s waitin for me

My petit will wring her hands

As we scrape away at the yellow sand

And bury him by the river strand

My girl’s waitin for me

One more night and one more day

And the logs will reach the river bay

I’ll skin off these togs and I will say

My girl’s waitin for me

Thanks to wainy for correcting these lyrics