Grandpa Was A Carpenter

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. Chorus: 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. 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.