Carpenter Lyrics - Singles - 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