[00:15.86]He can knock down the wall
[00:18.24]Build it up strong
[00:20.11]Set the flagstones in a path
[00:23.36]With a nail and a hammer
[00:25.92]Barrow and saw
[00:27.74]See about the hole in the roof
[00:31.36]And the gathered all breathe
[00:33.74]A sigh of relief
[00:35.23]At completion of a well-laid plan
[00:39.24]It's wearing the day long
[00:41.54]And breaking the skin
[00:43.11]In the palms of the workingman's hands
[00:47.42]
[00:52.86]Let the tool do the work
[00:54.93]Pull and don't push
[00:56.92]Drag that wagon over the hill
[01:00.73]Measure twice and cut once, son
[01:02.99]Clear the felled brush
[01:04.80]Edge around the gardens and walks
[01:08.49]On a shiny John Deere
[01:10.92]Will he reappear
[01:12.23]With a power drill and a paintbrush
[01:14.92]And a chip on his shoulder
[01:18.48]As wide as a barn
[01:20.17]And as hard as the workingman's hands
[01:23.42]
[01:26.05]Now your Uncle John walked
[01:28.18]A mile to school
[01:29.99]In a storm and it was uphill both ways
[01:33.86]Oh, you save your money for a hole in the ground
[01:37.55]A black car and a long wall of roses
[01:45.00]
[02:02.43]And the gathered all breathe
[02:03.55]A sigh of relief
[02:04.99]At completion of a well-laid plan
[02:09.12]It's wearing the day long
[02:11.24]And breaking the skin
[02:13.05]In the palms of the workingman's hands
[02:19.19]Now the old iron gate
[02:21.06]Could use some fresh paint

He can knock down the wall
Build it up strong
Set the flagstones in a path
With a nail and a hammer
Barrow and saw
See about the hole in the roof
And the gathered all breathe
A sigh of relief
At completion of a well-laid plan
It's wearing the day long
And breaking the skin
In the palms of the workingman's hands
Let the tool do the work
Pull and don't push
Drag that wagon over the hill
Measure twice and cut once, son
Clear the felled brush
Edge around the gardens and walks
On a shiny John Deere
Will he reappear
With a power drill and a paintbrush
And a chip on his shoulder
As wide as a barn
And as hard as the workingman's hands
Now your Uncle John walked
A mile to school
In a storm and it was uphill both ways
Oh, you save your money for a hole in the ground
A black car and a long wall of roses
And the gathered all breathe
A sigh of relief
At completion of a well-laid plan
It's wearing the day long
And breaking the skin
In the palms of the workingman's hands
Now the old iron gate
Could use some fresh paint