“Here’s a song dedicated to my late friend Fran. After a really touch-and-go surgery, Neko Case once wrote to Fran that she’d be up and chopping wood again in no time. So here’s an homage to my dear friend, reimagined as a lumberjack, falling her final trees in Trinity County before she heads off to Section 37 — the place in lumberjack lore where shit actually goes right for once.”

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Section 37

I walked the log. I fucked the dog. I drank out of a greasy hardhat
I didn’t quit when I got snakebit, but even I know this is worse than that
Put in a load up an old mountain road when I heard them binders snap
Pinned to the ground under ten thousand pounds of Doug-fir in my lap

So Annie, can you hear me now?
Yo Annie, can you hear me now?
I’m going to Section 37
Don’t you dare shed a tear for me because I’m going to Section 37
I’ve seen everything a logger-boy can see, and I’m going to Section 37

I’m a faller. I’m a bucker. I’m a mean motherfucker, and I love to hear that timber crack
P.L. and me musta worked every tree down to the ocean and back
I guess that I shoulda walked them ties when I went down on one knee
But then I don’t know who I woulda been and somehow you stuck around me

So Annie, can you hear me now?
Yo Annie, can you hear me now?
I’m going to Section 37
Don’t you dare shed a tear for me because I’m going to Section 37
I’ve seen everything a logger-boy can see, and I’m going to Section 37

So Annie, I’m going
Yo Annie, can you hear me now?

© 2025 Alan Peters