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- Grandpa Was a Carpenter
John Prine
Oh... Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and matching vest
And both his wingtip shoes
He built the closet on our back porch
And put a penny in a burned out fuse
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
He voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war
Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle"
And rock me on his knee
And let me listen to radio
Before we got TV
He'd drive to church on Sunday
And take me with him too
Stained glass in every window
A hearing aid in every pew
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
He voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war
Now my grandma was a teacher
She went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in her milking cow
For a Singer sewing machine
She called her husband "Mister"
And walked real tall and pride
She used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died
Grandpa was a carpenter
He built houses stores and banks
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes
And hammered nails in planks
He was level on the level
And shaved even every door
He voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war