Gathering Logs

On the hill

There is a house with a dog

In the woods

Father is gathering logs

When it goes away

I'll thank the lord

And say a prayer in his name

When I get some back

I'll thank myself

For all the work I did

I'm a fool

This fucker drained my account

I'll leave my kids

I'll run away to the woods

It's all cool

Wipe the sweat from my brow

Cross my heart

I'd make things right if I could

I won't think of anything

Except for what is right

Take my hand and trust me

When I say I'II make it right

I know that I'm a fool

For you

For you

For you