Grandpa Was A Carpenter is one of the most popular songs of the time. Grandpa Was A Carpenter lyrics written by John Prine. This song has sung by John Prine.
| Singer | John Prine |
| Released | 1973 |
| Album | Sweet Revenge |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Grandpa Was A Carpenter Lyrics
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.
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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
And voted for eisenhower
‘Cause lincoln won the war.
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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 radio
Before we got t.v.
Well, he’d drive to church on sunday
And 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 was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for eisenhower
‘Cause lincoln won the war.
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Now my grandma was a teacher
Went to school in bowling green
Traded in a milking cow
For a singer sewing machine
She called her husband “mister”
And walked real tall and pride
And 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 was level on the level
And shaved even every door
And voted for eisenhower
‘Cause lincoln won the war.
Guitar Chords
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
Now 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 in 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 would level on the level, he shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower, ’cause Lincoln won the war
