Chainsaw Hallelujah

[Verse 1]
Sun up
Coffee in a cracked tin cup
Boot prints sunk in the frozen mud
Pine sap sticking on my busted gloves
Whole world smells like sweat and sawdust
Old hymn humming through my busted teeth
Flannel ripped where the branches reached
I talk to God through the winter steam
He answers back in the churning machine
[Chorus]
I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines (oh yeah)
Raising up a shout through the timberline
Got dirt on my face
Got grace on my mind
Swinging that gospel in four-four time
If I fall
Lord
Cut me loose or pull me back
’Cause I’m your loud
Rough
Grunge-born lumberjack
[Verse 2]
Dead phone buried in a metal lunch box
Out here the only signal is the crows that talk
Wind sings louder than the Sunday choir
Every tree ring keeps an old campfire
Knots in the wood like the scars I hide
Axes and mistakes lying side by side
I miss that pew but I found this pewter sky
Where a man can curse then learn to cry
[Chorus]
I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines (hey!)
Raising up a shout through the timberline
Got dirt on my face
Got grace on my mind
Swinging that gospel in four-four time
If I fall
Lord
Cut me loose or pull me back
’Cause I’m your loud
Rough
Grunge-born lumberjack
[Bridge]
[Band drops to low
Fuzzy drone]
I’ve buried good friends under cold
Red clay
Carved their names quiet in the bark that day
If you’re listening
God
Through the diesel drone
I’m just a splinter trying to find my home (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines
Raising up a shout through the timberline
Got dirt on my face
Got grace on my mind
Swinging that gospel in four-four time
If I fall
Lord
Cut me loose or pull me back
Let the woods ring out with this rough-cut track
’Cause I’m your loud
Rough
Grunge-born lumberjack

rock, Crunchy country-rock gospel with a muddy grunge edge; male vocals with a ragged, preacher-on-the-mountain intensity. Slide guitar and twangy tele riff ride over stomping drums and distorted power chords. Verses stay in a smoky mid-tempo groove; chorus opens wide with gang vocals and stacked harmonies. Bridge strips to voice and overdriven acoustic before everything slams back in, cymbals crashing like falling trees., country rock, grunge, gospel