NYV - TIMBER IN THE BLOOD (Official timber music)

Timber in the Blood — raw stories from the American forests. 🌲🪓 Hard work, heavy machines, long days and the people who make a living from timber. LIKE SHARE SUBSCRIBE LYRICS; [Intro] Mud on the tires, rust on the gate Harmonica crying while the whole ground shakes [Verse 1] You pull up slow where the pine trees lean Red dirt coat on an old machine Axe in the bed and a jaw full of grit Talk too loud, better back up quick I split that log before daylight Boots stay heavy, hands stay white From the sawmill road to the county line Every hardhead here knows mine [Pre-Chorus] Hear that blade ring, hear that chain Rain on the tin, smoke from the flame No polished suit, no velvet rope Just a rough-cut crew with a fistful of hope [Chorus] Timber, timber, let the tall pine fall Cut through the silence when the night birds call Timber, timber, hear the backwoods drum Harmonica howl when the hard times come We don't bend, we don't break, we don't run Timber, timber, work till the work gets done [Verse 2] Redneck kings in a faded truck Dashboard cracked but we don't need luck Cooler in the shade, steel by the door One more round then we haul one more Granddad's gloves in the toolbox tray Still smell like cedar and yesterday I learned real young what the tree rings say You earn your ground in a rougher way [Bridge] Whoa, let it groan Whoa, roots run deep If the hill says no We make the hill move three feet [Chorus] Timber, timber, let the tall pine fall Cut through the silence when the night birds call Timber, timber, hear the backwoods drum Harmonica howl when the hard times come We don't bend, we don't break, we don't run Timber, timber, work till the work gets done [Outro] Last chip flies, red sky burns Old road bends but the crew still turns Harmonica fades past the county sign Timber in the blood, rough hands in the pine