The Carpenter - Guy Clark

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

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…

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…