Breakfast In Hell Lyrics - Broke Down - Slaid Cleaves

In the melting snows of Ontario 

Where the wind'll make you shiver 

It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay 

Near the mouth of the Musquash River 

Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl 

And you can hear the osprey scream 

Back in '99 we were cutting pine 

And sending it down the stream 

Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay 

All the way from P.E.I. 

Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough 

No man's afraid to die 

Sandy came a smilin', Thirty Thousand Islands 

Was the place to claim his glory 

Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on 

This is Sandy's story 

Young Sandy Gray lives on today 

In the echoes of a mighty yell 

Listen close and you'll hear a ghost 

In this story that I tell, boys 

This story that I tell 

Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss 

The trees onto the shore 

They'd come and go till they'd built a floe 

100,000 logs or more 

And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound 

To cut 'em up in the mills for timber 

And the ships would haul spring summer and fall 

Till the ice came in December 

One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray 

Came into camp with a Peavey on his shoulder 

With a thunder crack he dropped his axe 

And the room got a little bit colder 

Said, "Come on all you, we got work to do 

We gotta give 'er all we can give 'er 

There's a jam of logs at the little jog 

Near the mouth of the Musquash River" 

With no time to pray on the Lord's day 

They were hoping for God's forgiveness 

But the jam was high in a troubled sky 

And they set out about their business 

They poked with poles and ran with the rolls 

And tried to stay on their feet 

Every trick they tried, one man cried 

This logjam's got us beat!" 

But Sandy Gray was not afraid 

And he let out a mighty yell 

"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam 

Or it's breakfast in hell, boys 

Breakfast in hell!" 

Now every one of the men did the work of ten 

And Sandy scrambled up to the top 

He is working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs 

And it looked like he'd never stop 

They struggled on, these men so strong 

Till the jam began to sway 

Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river 

All except for Sandy Gray 

Now with thoughts of death they held their breath 

As they saw their friend go down 

They all knew in a second or two 

He'd be crushed or frozen or drowned 

They saw him fall and they heard him call 

Just once and then it was over 

Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day 

Near the mouth of the Musquash River 

But Sandy Gray was not afraid 

And he let out a mighty yell 

"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam 

Or it's breakfast in hell, boys 

Breakfast in hell!" 

East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room 

There's no fences and no walls 

And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost 

Down by Sandy Gray Falls 

Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze 

The echoes of a mighty yell 

"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam 

Or it's breakfast in hell" 

And Sandy Gray lives on today 

And he let out a mighty yell 

"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam 

Or it's breakfast in hell, boys 

Breakfast in hell!"