Pull that cord Pull it again Lord, she don't like mornings Hot sun burning Red dirt road Something screaming Behind my home Neighbors listening Curtains closed Nobody asking Nobody knows I got the chainsaw blues The chainsaw blues She screams when I hold her She screams when I choose I got the chainsaw blues All afternoon Something's coming down And it's coming down soon Got teeth shining Got oil on my hands Fresh-cut tracks All across the land Old man Johnson Saw what I done Dropped his coffee Started to run I said, "Come back, Johnson! You want some too?" He said, "Hell no, son. I've seen what you do." I got the chainsaw blues The chainsaw blues She screams when I hold her She screams when I choose I got the chainsaw blues All afternoon Something's coming down And it's coming down soon What? It's a tree. What the hell did you think it was?
