Woodcutters Son

RIFF 1 X 4 RIFF 1 Sugar town has turned so sour its people angry in their sleep There's more small-town paranoia Sweeping down its evil sheets C You better give me the chance F I'll cut you down with a glance G F Yeh, with my small axe - so help me, C And tho' I'm only one F And tho' weak I'm strong G And if it comes to the crunch F Then I'm the woodcutter's son RIFF 1 And I'm cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! RIFF 1 You can tell it's witching hour You can feel the spirits rise When the room goes very quiet And there's hatred in their eyes - C You better give me the chance F I'll cut you down with a glance G F Yeh, with my small axe - so help me, C And tho' I'm only one F And tho' weak I'm strong G And if it comes to the crunchThen I'm the woodcutter's son RIFF 1 And I'm cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! - RIFF 1 X 4, and some improv in A and D RIFF 1 There's a silence when I enter And a murmur when I leave I can see their jealous faces I can feel the ice they breathe C You better give me the chance F I'll cut you down with a glance G F Yeh, with my small axe - so help me, C And tho' I'm only one F And tho' weak I'm strong G And if it comes to the crunch Then I'm the woodcutter's son RIFF 1 And I'm cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! RIFF 1 And I'm cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! RIFF 1 REPEATS X 4, and improvise in A and D for an outro solo