Got to pull this timber 'fore the sun goes down
Get it cross the river 'fore the boss comes 'round
Drag it down that old dusty road
Come on, Jerry, let's dunp this load

Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll

My old Jerry was an Arkansas mule
Been everywhere and he ain't no fool
Weighed nlne hundred and twenty-two
Done everything a poor mule can do

Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll

Jerry's old shoulder was six foot tall,
Pulled more timber than a freight can haul,
Work got heavy, Ol' Jerry got sore,
Pulled so much he wouldn't pull no more

Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll

Boss hit Jerry and He made him jump
Jerry reared up and kicked that boss in the rump
Now my old Jerry was a good old mule
If it had-a been me I'd-a killed that fool

The boss he tried to shoot my Jerry in the head
Jerry ducked the bullet and stomped him dead
Stomped that boss till I wanted to scream
Should have killed him myself, he was so danm mean

Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll
Hollering timber! 
Lord, this timber's gotta roll...