Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made   And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade   I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny time   Working by the hour till the day he died      Oh he was tough as a crowbar quick as a chisel   Fair as a plane and true as a level   He was straight as a chalkline and right as a rule   He was square with the world he took good care of his tools   [ guitar ]   Oh he worked his hands in wood from the crib to the coffin   With a care and a love you don't see too often   He built boats out of wood big boats working in a shipyard   Mansions on the hill and a birdhouse in the backyard   He was tough as a crowbar...   [ steel - guitar ]   He said anything that's worth cuttin' down a tree for   Is worth doin' right don't the Lord love a two by four   Well they asked him how to do some he'd say just like Noah built the ark   You got to hold your mouth right son and never miss your mark   To be tough as a crowbar...