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Tuning: E A D G B E
Cross-cut Saw
Yeah DI thought I knew it all Till Dad put me on the other Aend Of a cross-cut Dsaw
Now you pull, you dont push,
You pull it away from Ame I pull it back, away from Dyou
Down on your knees,
Cut that stump close to the Aground Short small strokes at first Let the steel teeth make their Dsound
Zing Dzing the saw cuts the cold winter air Breathe out white puffs of Asteam Dont work against one another Work together as a Dteam
Sawdust flakes drop in the snow
Yellow gold covers my Aknees The tall tree groans, and leans Toward the undercut we made with Dease
The cut opens up wide
We pull the saw back, Aaway The tall top quivers in the breeze Leans over and thumps the ground Daway
I look at Dad
He looks back at Ame Tight smiles, we both had Lets cross-cut another Dtree
Firewood, white oak, winter time..cross-cut saw.