“talkin timby jack blues”

once he was a lumberjack
they say he was the best
one day his hand got mauled real bad
he wasn't normal since
oh children gather close at hand
adults not much further
timberwood jack is close at hand
his pastime’s certainly murder
oh please don’t wander very far
please keep an eye on your sister
timby jack is close at hand
his pastime, some say murder
thru the forest late at night
an deep into the woods
timby jack’s got an axe to grind
into your face if he could
watch your backs & watch your step
baby just in case
timby jack’s got an axe to grind
maybe into your face
run dear lord for fuckin life
no time to play it cool
timby jack is so so mad
he’ll drag u straight to hell
run i say like fuckin god
sprint like life depends
aint never seen him pissed this bad
he wears a shit-faced grin
grimace as his ghost draws near
too late to get away
timby jack stabs ahead
for us there’s hell to pay
try as u might, dont matter much
for us there’s hell to pay
run as u might, dont give two shits
tonight’s his lucky day