The Rusty Chop Saw Blues

Way in the back of the dusty old shop Behind the scrap

pile where the oil leaks drop Sat a rusty yellow monster,

paint peeling away

A heavy iron relic from a different day

No safety guard to shield the spinning wheel No modern motor brake

to stop the sharpened steel

The boss said we were rushed,

had a job on the line

Said go fetch that yellow cutter and make some good time

Outside the clouds were dark,

the rain was coming down On a cold and gray morning on

the edge of town I plugged it in and heard the old

motor whine A dangerous machine from nineteen eighty-nine

Oh, that old yellow chop saw from the back of the shop

With a rusted steel frame that wouldn't ever stop It took my

fingers, it took my whole hand Left me bleeding on the concrete

in a cold wet land

All because of that machine that we should've thrown away

I'll remember that old yellow saw till my dying day

First cut I made,

the blade grabbed the track Ripped that cold aluminum and threw it

right back Tangled up my fingers but I kept on the chore

I stood there shivering on the wet concrete floor I aligned the

second piece, drew a breath so deep

And that spinning wheel of iron took what I couldn't keep

Oh, that old yellow chop saw from the back of the shop

With a rusted steel frame that wouldn't ever stop It took my

fingers, it took my whole hand Left me bleeding on the concrete

in a cold wet land

All because of that machine

that we should've thrown away

I'll remember that old yellow saw till my dying day

Now the shop is quiet

And the rain still falls

But that old yellow saw

Don't run no more