"Grandpa Was A Carpenter" as written by and John Prine....
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 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.


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" as written by John Prine

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    General CommentAgain this just seems to me to be a real experience, awesome stuff, can't you just picture these folks, I can, maybe 'cause I can remember some folks of that era, that mindset, I hope I leave that strong of an impression on my grandchildren.
    Brachson July 13, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThis song is great! I do picture these people, my grampa was a carpenter and my gram was a teacher! I spent every summer with them, awesome memories. Always on the go, work work work, people from that era were much harder workers then people today.
    MuffHawkon February 25, 2010   Link

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