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