Cifras
Jesus Was A Carpenter

Tono: D

Introducción:

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Jesus was a carpenter and he worked with a saw and a hammer
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And his hands could form a table true enough to stand forever
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And he might have spun his life out in the coolness of the mornings
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But he put aside his tools and he walked the burning highways
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To build a house from folks like you and me
Verse
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And he found them as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
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And he found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
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And for a thousand evenings while the day behind him emptied
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He walked among the poor and he stopped to touch the dying
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And he built his house from people just like these
Verse
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It was on a shining Sunday when he rode to old Jerusalem
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And the palms they cast before him were the crimes they laid against him
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It was on a stormin? Friday when he climbed the streets of Calvary
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And where he died today why they're sellin' beads and postcards
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And they tell us too that that was long ago
Verse
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But would he stand today upon the sands of California
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Or walk the sweating blacktop in New York and Mississippi
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Where the mighty churches rise above the screaming cities
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Would he be a guest on Sunday a vagrant on a Monday
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With the doors locked tight against his kind you know
Verse
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Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us
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There are chapels in our discontent cathedrals in our sorrows
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And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our foundations
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And the raging water's rising and the thunder's all around us
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Won't you come and build a house on rock again
Verse
D                            D7                                      G                                                              A7  
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked with a saw and a hammer
                     D                                              D7                      G                                         A7  
And his hands could form a table true enough to stand forever
                  D                                                    G                                      D                                      A7  
And he might have spun his life out in the coolness of the mornings
                  D                                    G                              D                                              G  
But he put aside his tools and he walked the burning highways
          D                                                                                              A7  
To build a house from folks like you and me