Grandpa Was A Carpenter lyrics

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

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

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 he`d take me with him too
Stained glass in every window, hearing aids in every pew

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

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

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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