| Sam was a carpenter 50 years
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| He pounded out blood, sweat and tears
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| One day he hung his hammer up
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| He wanted to do the things he loved
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| What once was sunday fishin' now was 7 days a week
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| He told his wife to find me, i’ll be down at the creek
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| I don’t want to drive another nail
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| I’ve worked hard to do my job and I did it well
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| I’ve got the scars on these two hands to show I haven’t failed
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| But I don’t' want to drive another nail
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| Now she was a woman full of faith and old sam was full of pride
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| And she knew he had one more job to do before he died
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| Easter sunday rolled around
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| In a country church for the lost and found
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| Oh, sam was there against his will
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| As the preacher spoke on calvary’s hill
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| Of how they took the master and they nailed him to a tree
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| You could hear old sam a cryin' as he fell down on his knees
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| I don’t wanna drive another nail
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| I want to live my life for you
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| I want to do it well
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| You’ve got the scars on your two hands
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| That show where I have failed
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| Lord, I don’t want to drive another nail |