Текст песни 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 John Prine - Grandpa Was A Carpenter - http://ru.motolyrics.com/john-prine/grandpa-was-a-carpenter-lyrics.html
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.

Repeat chorus:

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 in pride
And used to buy me comic books
After grandpa died.

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