Текст песни Sawin' Logs - Dillon Carmichael

Last glass of a Bota Box
She finished that one-off
She looked at me
I thought, baby I'll be right back

Ran down to the grocery store
Yeah, to pick her up one more
Noticed right there by the door
That firewood rack

Well, for a few more bucks
I could really improve my luck
'Bout to heat this cold night up
And get to makin' all kinds of love

I got this hickory bundle
And this fancy box of wine
Done went through all kinds of trouble
Just to get home and find
Her passed out on the couch
Buzzin' like an old chainsaw
This ain't good
I've got wood
And she's sawin' logs

Well, I didn't know what to do
Clearеd my throat a time or two
Stomped all around the room
Wеll she hardly made a move
I got more than my hopes up
But I guess that window's shut

I got this hickory bundle
And this fancy box of wine
Done went through all kinds of trouble
Just to get home and find
Her passed out on the couch
Buzzin' like an old chainsaw
This ain't good, no
I've got wood
And she's sawin' logs

I guess I'll get me a cold Busch Light
'Cause that's all I'll get tonight

I got this hickory bundle
And this fancy box of wine
Done went through all kinds of trouble
Just to get home and find
Her passed out on the couch
Buzzin' like an old chainsaw
This ain't good, no
I've got wood
And she's sawin' logs

She's sawin' logs
She's sawin' logs