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