Grandpa Was A Carpenter

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Oh, grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day

No particular reason, he just dressed that way

Brown necktie and 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 Camels 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

Piering eight in every pew

Grandpa was a carpenter

He built houses, stores and banks

Chain-smoked Camels 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 her 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 Camels 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

Grandpa was a carpenter

He built houses, stores and banks

Chain-smoked Camels 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

Voted for Eisenhower

'Cause Lincoln won the war