© 1976 Peter Krug           
[this is the Remy Rodden version, slightly changed through the folk process...the way I learned it!]

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I woke up this mornin' frozen nearly dead, 
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So goldarned cold I couldn't get out of bed. 
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As I lay there shiverin' as cold as I could be. 
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Suddenly a revelation came to me. 

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I gotta find me a woman with a chainsaw, 
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To spend the winter with me. 
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I gotta find me a woman with a chainsaw
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And all night long I would stoke her fire, yessiree 

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I'll put an ad down at the Co-op a notice on the                         A
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I don't care if she's skinny, I don't care if she's plump, 
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I don't care if she's pretty or ugly as sin, 
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But if she's got a chainsaw she can move right in 


[Another verse not sung on Remy Rodden version]
Oh, you big city women in your Calvin Klein clothes, 
Ain't much good when the ground gets froze. 
I need a tough country mama, to help me chop my wood, 
And when I find her, I'm gonna treat her good. 



[links to original lyricsPeter Krug singing the song!]

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I 'd treat her kind and gentle, we would never fight,  
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If she went out with other guys I wouldn't get uptight  
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She could just do her thing, and I could just do mine,  
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Her and me and that machine we'd get along just fine.  


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I've got a cabin in the mountains, a Chevy pickup
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With stereo and four-wheel drive to pull us through
the muck* 
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I've got a hundred pounds of soy beans, a barrel of
   brown rice,  
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A dozen cords of firewood sure would be nice! 


* this line sanitized from the original version, attributed to Sue Trainor

NOTE...if you want to print this, it looks like it fits nicely on page two...you can skip printing page one (unless you really want a pic of Liz and me) :-)  Remy