Chainsaw Brotherhood

Once we get down chopping there just ain't no stopping It is timber cropping time, the pistons pop You wouldn't leave if you could, you belong for good To the chainsaw brotherhood Come on boys He is a country-rocker and a mean motherfucker When it comes to be cutting trees He is a Chevy trucker doin dirt road jobs In the sawdust and in the grease He is hauling timber and hauling ass Every hour of every day If you ask him why he does the shit he's doing I betcha he's gonna say I've got the two stroke roaring and the rakers ripping Got the chain oil pouring and the sap done dripping I'm grinding and a chipping and coffee sipping Oh, hell yeah we're cutting wood Once we get down chopping there just ain't no stopping It is timber cropping time, the pistons pop You wouldn't leave if you could, you belong for good To the chainsaw brotherhood He is a stalwart redneck, tried and true You can see it in his big tattoos When the sun is rising it won't be surprising To find out what he's about to do It ain't about the size of the dog in the fight It's all about the fight in the dog When it's time to fell, you know damn well It's all about the size of the log I've got the two stroke roaring and the rakers ripping Got the chain oil pouring and the sap done dripping I'm grinding and a chipping and coffee sipping Oh, hell yeah we're cutting wood Once we get down chopping there just ain't no stopping It is timber cropping time, the pistons pop You wouldn't leave if you could, you belong for good To the chainsaw brotherhood Holler if you need him, you just need to say when Ask him and he'll tell ye, time and time again There are two kinds of people in this world There are Stihl and Husqy men I've got the two stroke roaring and the rakers ripping Got the chain oil pouring and the sap done dripping I'm grinding and a chipping and coffee sipping Oh, hell yeah we're cutting wood Once we get down chopping there just ain't no stopping It is timber cropping time, the pistons pop You wouldn't leave if you could, you belong for good To the chainsaw brotherhood I've got the two stroke roaring and the rakers ripping Got the chain oil pouring and the sap done dripping I'm grinding and a chipping and coffee sipping Oh, hell yeah we're cutting wood Once we get down chopping there just ain't no stopping It is timber cropping time, the pistons pop You wouldn't leave if you could, you belong for good To the chainsaw brotherhood Belong to the chainsaw brotherhood