Skull Creek Logger by The Wages of Sin Lyrics

I'm a Skull Creek logger
I'm lookin' for my pay
I work the St. John River
And the Fundy Bay

Company needed drivers
Up in those northern woods
Said [?] was a winner
And the wages, they'd be good

So find me twenty shanty boys
Hiked up the hateful stream
To the most hellish campsite
The world has ever seen

The tents were old and rotten
The bedding crawled with lice
The ground's wet and muddy
And the wind cold as ice

They made us pay for whiskey
They made us pay for grog
They made us pay for vittles
You wouldn't feed your dog
Whenever we left over
We diced and whored away
Until we owed the company
Every penny ever paid

And then late in the season
We were loading up the sleds
The foreman made an offer
To clear away our debts

He called for six free shanty boys
Who knew not pain or fear
To follow him to Skull Creek
For a [?] to clear

We walk a road around us
It sucked us to the bone
Started rollin' logs out
The dam began to crone

Suddenly she gave way
The river it rushed in
And five of those shanty boys
Were never seen again

Some said I was lucky
To escape that watery grave
But now the company owns me
No better than a slave
I'm a Skull Creek logger
I'm lookin' for my pay!
But I can't earn a penny
Since the river took my legs away!