The Carpenter Songtext
von Guy Clark

Let us now praise a carpenter
And the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of the trade
I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny time
Working by the hour ′til the day that he died

And he was tough as a crowbar
He was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
He was straight as a chalkline
And he was right as a rule
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 that you don't see too often
And he built boats out of wood, big boats
Working in a shipyard
Mansions on the hill and a birdhouse in the backyard


And he was tough as a crowbar
He was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
He was straight as a chalkline
And he was right as a rule
Square with the world he took good care of his tools

He said anything that′s worth cuttin' down a tree for
Is worth doin' right, don′t the Lord love a two by four?
And then 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"

You'll be tough as a crowbar
You′ll be quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
You'll be straight as a chalkline
And you′ll be right as a rule
Square with the world, you take good care of your tools

You'll be tough as a crowbar
Quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane and true as a level
You′ll be straight as a chalkline
And you'll be right as a rule
Square with the world, you take good care of your tools

Ah, thank you


Thank you