North America was a great big land
With a great big job to be done
A job that needed a great big man
Paul Bunyan was the one
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
He's 63 axe handles high
With his feet on the ground
And his head in the sky
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Good night, sleep tight
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
You're only 10 axe handles high
But you'll get bigger by and by
Good night
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Boys
The boys would head for the swimmin' hole
Just as soon as their studies had ceased
And though young Paul was sometimes last
He surely never was least
Hey, Paul
Here comes Paul Bunyan
Though he loved to swim
What a time he had
What a problem, me oh my
When his front was in the water
Oh, his back was high and ddry
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Paul
With my double-blade axe
And my hobnail boots
I go where the timber is tall
When there's work to be done
don't mess around
Just sing right out for Paul
Chorus
Hey Paul
Paul
I'm comin', boys
Chorus
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
He's 63 axe handles high
With his feet on the ground
And his head in the sky
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Well, he picked up his axe and he chopped a tree
Clean down with his forward swing
Got him another
When his axe swung back
That timber-cuttin' king
He kept on a-chopping the live-long day
And then when it was night
He walked back over the stumps he'd cut
And stomped 'em out of sight
Thanks, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Well, Paul and Babe, they heaved and hauled
And the job was quickly done
They pulled that crooked river out
As straight as the barrel of a gun
Hey Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
He's 63 axe handles high
With his feet on the ground
And his head in the sky
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
Hey Paul
Keep a-swingin', Paul
Paul Bunyan
Yay, Paul
Cut that timber, show him how
Beat that city slicker now
Hey Paul
Get up, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Yeah, Paul
Poor Paul
Poor Paul Bunyan
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
Paul Bunyan
He's 63 axe handles high
With his feet on the ground
And his head in the sky
Hey, Paul
Hey, Paul
Paul Bunyan
