Grandpa's at it again
Woke me up with the sound of chopping wood behind the shed
Choppin' and cussin' like a butcher with Tourettes
Don't know if he's been to bed yet
Lord knows if he's been to bed yet

Grandma's fixin' her hair
Pays no mind to the noise outside just sits in her chair
Sturdy and grey like a grizzly old bear
hoping today he'd work himself to death
hoping that today he'd work himself to death

Splintered hands
How they run with blood
Drive the axe down so hard
His heart on the chopping block
Splintered hands
Drive the axe down hard
Through all these past mistakes
And all them sour grapes
Splintered hands

Now Grandpa's in a home
It's all for the best cause he couldn't cope alone
Found him in the shed
Talking in the dark like Grandma was there
Didn't have the heart to tell him she's dead
Never have the heart to him she's dead

Winter's coming on
Grandpa's worried the wood's running low
So I tell him there's plenty more
The thought seems to warm his tired old bones
Can't have grandma sleeping in the cold, says
Can't have grandma sleeping in the cold

Splintered hands…

Grandpa's dead and gone
I only went back to the house once more
Took the axe from the wall
The handle was rotten and the blade all gone
Threw it in the well, I heat my house with coal
Threw it in the well, I heat mine with coal