The Ballad Of Bill Crump Tom T. Hall

[Verse 1:]
Now I hear a lot of tall stories since my business is writin' songs
And every now and then if you listen real close
A good true one comes along
And this is the story of old Bill Crump from the North Carolina Hills
Nat Winston of Nashville knew this man real well

[Chorus:]
He built the church and he built the pews
He built the cradles and the furniture for the schools
Folks in Avery County say that he was better than good
Probably one of the reasons the Lord made wood

[Verse 2:]
Now men have faults and Bill's fault was
He loved to sip that corn
He lived ninety some years that way
Don't guess it was hurtin' him none
You could take him a picture from a catalog
He could build anything he'd see
He could make anything
That you could make out of the tree
One day Bill said, Mama I'm gettin' old
I want you to measure me good
I'm goin' out to that wood pile
And get myself some wood
And I'm gonna make me a coffin
I want it to fit me fine
The way I figure it
I've got about enough time