[Verse] Down the winding country road, with a chainsaw in his hand, He’s a traveling man, solving troubles ‘cross the land, From fallen trees to old debris, he’ll clear the way for you, With a smile on his face, and a job to do. [Verse 2] He slices through the timber, like a knife through butter quick, But always wears protection, safety's more than just a trick, 'Cause a chainsaw ain't a weapon; it's a tool to get things right, In the hands of this good-hearted man, it’s a beacon in the night. [Chorus] Chainsaw adventure, through the hills and plains, He makes life better, curing all the strains. Remember your protection, and use it with care, With a chainsaw in his grasp, no problem's too rare. [Verse 3] From farm to farm, down the dusty lanes he rides, With the hum of the motor, he’s a hero in disguise. Clearing storm damage, opening up the trails anew, Folks wave him down with gratitude when the day is through. [Verse 4] He doesn’t seek for glory, just the peace that works provide, Cutting through the chaos, with safety as his guide, Neighbors come to trust him, he's as steady as the dawn, With his trusty chainsaw, all their troubles can be gone. [Chorus] Chainsaw adventure, through the hills and plains, He makes life better, curing all the strains. Remember your protection, and use it with care, With a chainsaw in his grasp, no problem's too rare.