Jesus Was A Carpenter Chords & Lyrics - Johnny Cash
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[VERSE]
[D]Jesus was a [D7]carpenter and he [G]worked with a saw and a h[A7]ammer
And his [D]hands could form a [D7]table true [G]enough to stand f[A7]orever
And he [D]might have spun his l[G]ife out in the c[D]oolness of the m[A7]ornings
But he [D]put aside his t[G]ools and he w[D]alked the burning h[G]ighways
To b[D]uild a house from folks like you and [A7]me
[VERSE]
And he [D]found them as they w[D7]andered through the w[G]ild Judean moun[A7]tains
And he [D]found them as they p[D7]ulled their nets u[G]pon the Sea of G[A7]alilee
And f[D]or a thousand [G]evenings while the [D]day behind him e[A7]mptied
He w[D]alked among the [G]poor and he st[D]opped to touch the d[G]ying
And he b[D]uilt his house from people just like th[A7]ese
[VERSE]
It was [D]on a shining [D7]Sunday when he r[G]ode to old Jeru[A7]salem
And the [D]palms they cast be[D7]fore him were the cr[G]imes they laid agai[A7]nst him
It was [D]on a stormin’ F[G]riday when he c[D]limbed the streets of C[A7]alvary
And w[D]here he died tod[G]ay why they're se[D]llin' beads and pos[G]tcards
And t[D]hey tell us too that that was long a[A7]go
[VERSE]
But [D]would he stand t[D7]oday upon the s[G]ands of Calif[A7]ornia
Or [D]walk the sweating bl[D7]acktop in New Y[G]ork and Missi[A7]ssippi
Where the m[D]ighty churches r[G]ise abov[D]e the screaming ci[A7]ties
Would he [D]be a guest on S[G]unday a v[D]agrant on a M[G]onday
With the d[D]oors locked tight against his kind you k[A7]now
[VERSE]
Come [D]again now J[D7]esus be a ca[G]rpenter amo[A7]ng us
There are c[D]hapels in our disc[D7]ontent cat[G]hedrals in our so[A7]rrows
And we d[D]well in golden man[G]sions with the s[D]and for our founda[A7]tions
And the r[D]aging water's r[G]ising and the th[D]under's all arou[G]nd us
Won't you c[D]ome and build a house on rock ag[A7]ain
[VERSE]
[D]Jesus was a [D7]carpenter and he [G]worked with a saw and a h[A7]ammer
And his [D]hands could form a [D7]table true [G]enough to stand f[A7]orever
And he [D]might have spun his l[G]ife out in the c[D]oolness of the m[A7]ornings
But he [D]put aside his t[G]ools and he w[D]alked the burning h[G]ighways
To b[D]uild a house from folks like you and [A7]me
[D]Jesus was a [D7]carpenter and he [G]worked with a saw and a h[A7]ammer
And his [D]hands could form a [D7]table true [G]enough to stand f[A7]orever
And he [D]might have spun his l[G]ife out in the c[D]oolness of the m[A7]ornings
But he [D]put aside his t[G]ools and he w[D]alked the burning h[G]ighways
To b[D]uild a house from folks like you and [A7]me
[VERSE]
And he [D]found them as they w[D7]andered through the w[G]ild Judean moun[A7]tains
And he [D]found them as they p[D7]ulled their nets u[G]pon the Sea of G[A7]alilee
And f[D]or a thousand [G]evenings while the [D]day behind him e[A7]mptied
He w[D]alked among the [G]poor and he st[D]opped to touch the d[G]ying
And he b[D]uilt his house from people just like th[A7]ese
[VERSE]
It was [D]on a shining [D7]Sunday when he r[G]ode to old Jeru[A7]salem
And the [D]palms they cast be[D7]fore him were the cr[G]imes they laid agai[A7]nst him
It was [D]on a stormin’ F[G]riday when he c[D]limbed the streets of C[A7]alvary
And w[D]here he died tod[G]ay why they're se[D]llin' beads and pos[G]tcards
And t[D]hey tell us too that that was long a[A7]go
[VERSE]
But [D]would he stand t[D7]oday upon the s[G]ands of Calif[A7]ornia
Or [D]walk the sweating bl[D7]acktop in New Y[G]ork and Missi[A7]ssippi
Where the m[D]ighty churches r[G]ise abov[D]e the screaming ci[A7]ties
Would he [D]be a guest on S[G]unday a v[D]agrant on a M[G]onday
With the d[D]oors locked tight against his kind you k[A7]now
[VERSE]
Come [D]again now J[D7]esus be a ca[G]rpenter amo[A7]ng us
There are c[D]hapels in our disc[D7]ontent cat[G]hedrals in our so[A7]rrows
And we d[D]well in golden man[G]sions with the s[D]and for our founda[A7]tions
And the r[D]aging water's r[G]ising and the th[D]under's all arou[G]nd us
Won't you c[D]ome and build a house on rock ag[A7]ain
[VERSE]
[D]Jesus was a [D7]carpenter and he [G]worked with a saw and a h[A7]ammer
And his [D]hands could form a [D7]table true [G]enough to stand f[A7]orever
And he [D]might have spun his l[G]ife out in the c[D]oolness of the m[A7]ornings
But he [D]put aside his t[G]ools and he w[D]alked the burning h[G]ighways
To b[D]uild a house from folks like you and [A7]me
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