Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that
he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of his
trade
I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny
time
Working by the hour till the day he died
Oh he was tough as a crowbar quick as a
chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
He was straight as a chalkline and right as a
rule
He was square with the world he took good care of
his tools
[ guitar ]
Oh he worked his hands in wood from the crib to
the coffin
With a care and a love you don't see too
often
He built boats out of wood big boats working in a
shipyard
Mansions on the hill and a birdhouse in the
backyard
He was tough as a crowbar...
[ steel - guitar ]
He said anything that's worth cuttin' down a tree
for
Is worth doin' right don't the Lord love a two by
four
Well they asked him how to do some he'd say just
like Noah built the ark
You got to hold your mouth right son and never
miss your mark
To be tough as a crowbar...
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