Songs that make you think about burning wood

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PA. Woodsman

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Feb 26, 2007
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Emmaus, Pennsylvania
There are a couple of songs that for some reasons make me think about burning firewood. "Cold nights in Canada" by John Denver, "Restless" by Gordon Lightfoot, and "Night moves" by Bob Seger when he says "with Autumn closing in".

I'm sure you guys have some that remind you of the woodburning season....
 
Haven't really thought about it before, but what about "Burning for You" by Blue Oyster Cult.
 
There are a couple of songs that for some reasons make me think about burning firewood. "Cold nights in Canada" by John Denver, "Restless" by Gordon Lightfoot, and "Night moves" by Bob Seger when he says "with Autumn closing in".

I'm sure you guys have some that remind you of the woodburning season....


Here's a favorite tune from the lumber camps, usually sung acapella; "The Lumberman's Alphabet"

Oh, A's for the Ax as you very well know.
B's for the boys as can swing 'em also.
C's for the cuttin', let now begin, and
D's for the danger we do stand in,

And how merry are we.
No mortal's on earth are as happy are we!
To me high derry, ho derry, hey derry down,
Give a shantyboy whisky, there's nothin' goes wrong!

E's for the echo that rings through the wood.
F's for the foreman that bosses the job.
G's for the grindstone we grind our ax on, and
H for the handle so smooth wore around........refrain.

I's for the iron we strike in the pine.
J's for the jobble (?) that's always inclined.
K's for keen edges we all has to keep, and
L's for the lice boys as o'er our shirts creep.......refrain

M's for the moss that we stog in our camps.
N's for the needle we sew in our pants.
O's for the Owl that screeches by night, and
P's for the tall pine that we do slay right..........refrain

Q's for the quarreling that we don't allow.
R's for the river where we make our bow.
S for the sled sills so stout and so strong, and
T for the big team as hauls 'em along..........refrain

U's for the uses we put ourselves to.
V's for the valleys we haul our logs through.
W's the woods that we leave in the spring.....
and now I've sung all that I'm going to sing.....
There's 3 more letters that won't come in rhyme,
so if you can tell me, please tell me in time........

and how merry I'll be etc.
 
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Since I'm a chick...

 
"Growing Up Like That" by Rodney Atkins.
 
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood? He'd chuck as much as a woodchuck could if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Always said that stacking as a kid.
 
at work so i cant post a youtube vid,

Joe Diffie's "is it cold in here" (or is it just you)

a line in the chorus;
"should i put my arms around you,
or throw another log on the fire?.

is it my imagination or did the temperature just drop a notch or two?

is it cold in here? or is it just you?"

;)
 
Cant find a video but this is my favorite song reference burning wood,

Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk

Lyrics

Trapped in my kitchen while a storm blows
Outside there is nothing but blowing snow
Nothing to do and no where to go
Time is just to be lazy

It’s a gift from the maker of the cold north wind
Slipping a hint from a good old friend
Time to relax and take a break from troubles trials and labour

Chorus
Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin
You’re the big north wind and you can’t come in
You’ll huff and puff and blow cold snow
But I’m okay by the old wood stove

It’s running down my windows in patterns bold
Coming from the wind blowing ‘cross the cove
The world disappears in a cloud of snow
And I just sit here watching
With a hum and a whistle and a moan and a groan
It scratches at my windows and pounds my home
Shoots up my roof and over my peak, peeps right down my chimney

Chorus

I can hear loud breathing of the big yellow plough
Snow drifts building filling up the town
Schools is closed, the post office shut
No one can get to the shop.
Think I’ll unplug the telephone, the old TV
And no one in the world can pester me
Going to stay at home and take a break from keeping the wolf from the door.
Chorus
 
There aren't any songs that make me wanna burn pellets, I don't need music for that. However, Jethro Tull's albums " Aqualung" and "Benefit" both remind me of my childhood, particularly in the autumn, when my father would first fire up the wood stove for the long winter ahead. To this day, those albums still sound best to me on cold, cloudy October or November days.
 
Now ya got me missing back when I drank more. ;lol
 
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