Guy Clark - The carpenter

Let us ^C#mnow praise a carpenter and the th^Bings that he made And the ^Away that he lived by the ^Btools of his trade I can s^C#mtill hear his hammer singing ^Bten penny time ^AWorking by the hour till the da^By he died

^EOh he was tough as a crowbar quick as a chisel ^BFair as a plane and t^C#mrue as a l^Bevel ^EHe was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule ^BHe was square with the world he took good ^C#mcare of his ^Btools

He said a^C#mnything that's worth cuttin' down^B a tree for Is wo^Arth doin' right don't the L^Bord love a two by four Well they ^C#masked him how to do something ^Bhe'd say just like Noah built the ark You got to h^Aold your mouth right son and ^Bnever miss your mark

^EOh he was tough as a crowbar quick as a chisel ^BFair as a plane and t^C#mrue as a l^Bevel ^EHe was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule ^BHe was square with the world he took good ^C#mcare of his ^Btools

Oh he ^C#mworked his hands in wood from the ^Bcrib to the coffin With a c^Aare and a love you don't see ^Btoo often He built ^C#mboats out of wood big boats ^Bworking in a shipyard M^Aansions on the hill and a ^Bbirdhouse in the backyard

^EOh he was tough as a crowbar quick as a chisel ^BFair as a plane and t^C#mrue as a l^Bevel ^EHe was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule ^BHe was square with the world he took good ^C#mcare of his ^Btools