Cross-cut Saw
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Yeah I thought I knew it all
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Till Dad put me on the other end
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Of a cross-cut saw
Now you pull, you dont push,
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You pull it away from me
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I pull it back, away from you
Down on your knees,
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Cut that stump close to the ground
Short small strokes at first
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Let the steel teeth make their sound
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Zing zing the saw cuts the cold winter air
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Breathe out white puffs of steam
Dont work against one another
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Work together as a team
Sawdust flakes drop in the snow
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Yellow gold covers my knees
The tall tree groans, and leans
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Toward the undercut we made with ease
The cut opens up wide
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We pull the saw back, away
The tall top quivers in the breeze
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Leans over and thumps the ground away
I look at Dad
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He looks back at me
Tight smiles, we both had
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Lets cross-cut another tree
Firewood, white oak, winter time..cross-cut saw.