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Al Duvall - When Its Ice Chopping Time In Chippewa Falls Lyrics

Well, they say the heart of Dixie is so grand
I've enjoyed about as much as I can stand
With palm trees dripping sweat
And the sheets are soaking wet
When the sun goes down one-hundred degrees
Folks get jumpy as a skillet full of fleas
Roaches and the lizards make it swell
But to me, it's just the sunny side of Hell
I need to freeze my knees in the blizzards and the squalls
When it's ice-chopping time in Chippewa Falls

To a cabin up on Lake Superior shores
Where there ain't no lace on Old Man Winter's drawers
Got the wood fire in the shed
Got the shovel and a sled
We rent the place from Uncle Clyde
He's a Siamese twin on my father's side
The frost goes deep, we dig down to the trees
It's cold enough to make hot coffee sneeze
It ain't fit for man nor beast to pay no social calls
When it's ice-chopping time in Chippewa Falls

Gotta hibernatin' mama, gotta turn the heat up high
She's a four-alarm fire in a whorehouse in July
She wiggles 'round in her
Domona made of fur
From shin to grin, she's wrapped in cloth
But you gotta put it on if you wanna take it off
The deer head on the wall will lick his chops
'Cause tonight we're gonna pull out all the stops
That nosy old North wind will be banging on the walls
When it's ice-chopping time in Chippewa Falls