"Grandpa Was a Carpenter" (J. Prine)

Oh, Grandpa wore his suit to dinner
Nearly every day
No particular reason
He just dressed that way
Brown necktie and a matching vest
Both his wing-tipped shoes
He built a closet on our back porch  
He 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
Shaved even every door   
He 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   
A hearing aid 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
Shaved even every door   
He voted for Eisenhower
‘Cause Lincoln won the War

Well, my grandma was a teacher
She went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in her 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
Shaved even every door   
And voted for Eisenhower
‘Cause Lincoln won the War

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
Shaved even every door   
And voted for Eisenhower
‘Cause Lincoln won the War  
Voted for Eisenhower
‘Cause Lincoln won the War