pop
singer
songwriter
music
folk
roots
canadian
television
george
birchall
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Lyrics
Chopping Wood
Written by: G. Birchall
You turn up the heat, went out for the night.
Now I chop wood, chop wood I do.
Your car’s out of gas so you’ve walked to town.
Now I fix cars, fix cars I do.
You don’t like my clothes of my chicken noodle soup.
I’ve fixed all the holes in my weather worn suit.
**CHORUS: You turn up my heat and go out for the night, for your life. Now I chop wood, chop wood I do.(or) now I fix cars, fix cars I do.
You wake up hung-over, too sick to rollover. No hello darling from my hard-drinking lover. On weekends you’re a sweet-heart, on weekdays you’re a cool popsicle blue-berry tart. A cool popsicle blue.
I ask you one question, you answer me so true. Do I find you over-bearing like you do.
**CHORUS.
Repeat first verse.
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