Grandpa Was A Carpenter

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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] --- Grandpa Was a Carpenter - The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band