Grandpa Was A Carpenter |
Lonsome Standard Time |
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Oh, grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day |
No particular reason, he just dressed that way |
Brown necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip shoes |
He built a closet on our back porch and put a penny in a burned-out fuse |
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Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks |
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks |
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door |
And voted for eisenhower, 'cause lincoln won the war |
Solo(Fiddle) |
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Well, he used to sing me blood on the saddle and rock me on his knee |
And let me listen to the radio before we got TV |
Well, he'd drive to church on sunday and hefd take me with him too |
Stained glass in every window, hearing aids in every pew |
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Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks |
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks |
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door |
And voted for eisenhower, 'cause lincoln won the war |
Solo(Fiddle) |
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Well, my grandma was a teacher, she went to school in bowling green |
Traded in a milking cow for a singer sewing machine |
Well, she called her husband mister, and she walked real tall and proud |
She used to buy me comic books after grandpa died |
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Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks |
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks |
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door |
And voted for eisenhower, 'cause lincoln won the war |
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And voted for eisenhower, 'cause lincoln won the war |