| I build houses and barns and a birdhouse or two
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| Studied my blue prints and plans
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| I like wood that don’t argue, nails that drive straight
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| Tools that don’t skin up my hands
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| I have followed my call from Texas to Maine
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| Bangin' out churches and chairs
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| Struttin' the snow and the sun and the rain
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| Bangin' out rafters and stairs
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| And I’m slow but I’m steady
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| I prize the work more than the pay
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| I’m rough and I’m ready
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| Livin' the carpenter’s way
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| Livin' the carpenter’s way
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| Tomorrow you’ll find me up on some roof
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| Watchin' the sun play the hill
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| Rye in my coffee, love in my heart
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| Doin' what carpenter’s will
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| I’m slow but I’m steady
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| I prize the work more than the pay
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| I’m rough and I’m ready
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| Living the carpenter’s way
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| Living the carpenter’s way
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| Living the carpenter’s way |