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Dillon Bustin
1. In the fall of the year, when you feel the winter near
And the days are clear
It surely isn't good to sit by the fire
And want to stoke it higher
When you should be cutting more wood.
From November to march, the winter winds are harsh
On the fields and the marsh they're covered up with snow
When you trudge to the shed you have to scratch your head
Because the dad-blamed pile's getting low on...
Chorus:
Wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting more wood.
2. When the kindling is dwindling, the bottom logs get soggy
Those ricks of sticks and racks and stacks
It makes you wonder where they go and barnfuls of armfuls
They only last a week or so
And then you'll be hurting for wood.
Well the sassafras it burns too fast,
It starts the fire but never lasts
And swamp oak likes to smoke you blow it till you think you'll choke.
But hickory is just the tree to remind you of the ecstasy
Of having a pile of good wood, I said ...
3. Well the Scandia and Jotul brands are made so far across the sea
The Fisher kind and Timberline are made here in the country
With all the rest put to the test the one I like the best
Is the one my Uncle Wade he made for me.
He took an oil drum and welded some piping from the septic tank
And fore and aft he cut a draft, and then he made a damper crank
With an old broom from the back room. He painted it fire engine red
And said now watch her consume your....
4. When the spring rolls around and I spade the muddy ground
I have often found I lay my saw away,
The shed is empty and yet you can make a bet
That I'll forget to be cutting more wood.
The old timers say to split a little every day
And stack it away to season well, but
From March to November I rarely do remember
December will find me in a rut...
Last Chorus:
Without wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting some
Throw it in the oil drum
What do you think your saw is for
You can always use some more wood.
1984
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MORE WOOD
Dillon Bustin
1. In the fall of the year, when you feel the winter near
And the days are clear
It surely isn't good to sit by the fire
And want to stoke it higher
When you should be cutting more wood.
From November to march, the winter winds are harsh
On the fields and the marsh they're covered up with snow
When you trudge to the shed you have to scratch your head
Because the dad-blamed pile's getting low on...
Chorus:
Wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting more wood.
2. When the kindling is dwindling, the bottom logs get soggy
Those ricks of sticks and racks and stacks
It makes you wonder where they go and barnfuls of armfuls
They only last a week or so
And then you'll be hurting for wood.
Well the sassafras it burns too fast,
It starts the fire but never lasts
And swamp oak likes to smoke you blow it till you think you'll choke.
But hickory is just the tree to remind you of the ecstasy
Of having a pile of good wood, I said ...
3. Well the Scandia and Jotul brands are made so far across the sea
The Fisher kind and Timberline are made here in the country
With all the rest put to the test the one I like the best
Is the one my Uncle Wade he made for me.
He took an oil drum and welded some piping from the septic tank
And fore and aft he cut a draft, and then he made a damper crank
With an old broom from the back room. He painted it fire engine red
And said now watch her consume your....
4. When the spring rolls around and I spade the muddy ground
I have often found I lay my saw away,
The shed is empty and yet you can make a bet
That I'll forget to be cutting more wood.
The old timers say to split a little every day
And stack it away to season well, but
From March to November I rarely do remember
December will find me in a rut...
Last Chorus:
Without wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting some
Throw it in the oil drum
What do you think your saw is for
You can always use some more wood.
1984
Dillon Bustin
1. In the fall of the year, when you feel the winter near
And the days are clear
It surely isn't good to sit by the fire
And want to stoke it higher
When you should be cutting more wood.
From November to march, the winter winds are harsh
On the fields and the marsh they're covered up with snow
When you trudge to the shed you have to scratch your head
Because the dad-blamed pile's getting low on...
Chorus:
Wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting more wood.
2. When the kindling is dwindling, the bottom logs get soggy
Those ricks of sticks and racks and stacks
It makes you wonder where they go and barnfuls of armfuls
They only last a week or so
And then you'll be hurting for wood.
Well the sassafras it burns too fast,
It starts the fire but never lasts
And swamp oak likes to smoke you blow it till you think you'll choke.
But hickory is just the tree to remind you of the ecstasy
Of having a pile of good wood, I said ...
3. Well the Scandia and Jotul brands are made so far across the sea
The Fisher kind and Timberline are made here in the country
With all the rest put to the test the one I like the best
Is the one my Uncle Wade he made for me.
He took an oil drum and welded some piping from the septic tank
And fore and aft he cut a draft, and then he made a damper crank
With an old broom from the back room. He painted it fire engine red
And said now watch her consume your....
4. When the spring rolls around and I spade the muddy ground
I have often found I lay my saw away,
The shed is empty and yet you can make a bet
That I'll forget to be cutting more wood.
The old timers say to split a little every day
And stack it away to season well, but
From March to November I rarely do remember
December will find me in a rut...
Last Chorus:
Without wood (hard wood)
Firewood (dry wood)
There's not a stove in the world
That's going to do you any good
Without wood (stove wood)
We could (you should)
Be out cutting some
Throw it in the oil drum
What do you think your saw is for
You can always use some more wood.
1984