[Verse 1]
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 till the day that he died
[Chorus]
Ah he was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line, he was right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
Lord, 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
[Chorus]
He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line, he was right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools
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 till the day that he died
[Chorus]
Ah he was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line, he was right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
Lord, 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
[Chorus]
He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line, he was right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools
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